Me: It was lovely to see all those families enjoying our beach, wasn’t it?
Nell: It’s not going to be our beach for much longer.
Me: I know. It does seem harsh that we’re banned from May until October.
Nell: You and Kev can go there whenever you like.
Me: I know we can but it isn’t the same without you.
Nell: I suppose the dog beach has its attractions.
Me: The walk there is lovely.
Nell: There are a few too many dogs, perhaps, but otherwise it’s fine.
Me: You can’t say that, Nell. Not when we arrive with at least four dogs, not to mention the occasional llama.
Nell: Llamas don’t need to go on the dog beach. They’re allowed on the main one.
Me: I don’t think they are.
Nell: Does it say they aren’t?
Me: No.
Nell: Well then.
Me: Just because it doesn’t say they aren’t doesn’t mean they are.
Nell: It does in my book.
Me: They can’t list every animal.
Nell: I’m going to send the llamas down to the main beach on 1st May and we shall see what happens.
Me: They’ll probably be fined, Nell.
Nell: There’s no earthly point in fining a llama.
Me: Why not?
Nell: They never pay. Everyone knows that. Llamas don’t give a jig about rules.
Me: You mean fig.
Nell: Don’t bring fruit into this.
Me: If I didn’t know better I’d say you were trying to cause chaos.
Nell: Chaos? Me? I would never do such a thing.
Me: We both know you would, Nell. You have a naughty side.
Nell: All I know is llamas love the main beach. Plenty of room for cartwheeling.
Me: You won’t really do it.
Nell: Never challenge a senior Labrador. You will always lose.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
