Earlier this week we visited the North East, and no trip up there would be complete without a walk on the beach. Harry’s nose had been twitching as we approached the coast, and by the time we were parking the car his nose was pressed flat against the rear windscreen of the car.
It was late afternoon and the light was beginning to fade, but that was of no consequence to Harry, he raced off towards the sea but didn’t actually make it to the water’s edge. He met a new friend, a lady friend, and the sea was immediately forgotten.
Harry has always been a sucker for the ladies.
