Me: The evening sun was absolutely beautiful on the fields yesterday.
Nell: Was it?
Me: Yes. Dave and I watched it for a while and then he decided he needed a nap.
Nell: I don’t blame him. There’s only so long you can look at fields.
Me: And while he was sleeping the sun bathed him in its gentle light.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: Highlighting his glossy coat. It was magical.
Nell: Good grief. Have you finished?
Me: Yes.
Nell: Now, you know I’m not usually one to gossip.
Me: But you’re going to all the same.
Nell: Do you want to hear it or not?
Me: Absolutely.
Nell: My friend Dorothy was browsing the rails at the Maine Coons’ shop in town when she heard something rather intriguing.
Me: Did she find anything to buy?
Nell: No, they are minimalists. There was hardly anything there. But that’s not the point.
Me: No.
Nell: A pair of smartly dressed spaniels were discussing the merits of cocktails over wine.
Me: That’s not particularly intriguing. I prefer wine, if I’m honest.
Nell: There’s nothing like a cocktail to round off the day. But that’s not the point either. Stop interrupting.
Me: Just saying.
Nell: One of them suggested they try the latest pop-up down on the beach.
Me: What latest pop-up?
Nell: Exactly. Well, Dorothy’s ears pricked up at that. She loves nothing more than a pop-up.
Me: Don’t we all.
Nell: So she asked them which beach.
Me: Good for her.
Nell: And they said ours.
Me: Do the spaniels have a beach?
Nell: No, our beach. The one we walk on.
Me: The dog beach?
Nell: The little red boathouse to be more specific.
Me: Now, that is intriguing.
Nell: I told you it would be.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
