Me: You know that quietly enjoying the view thing that Kev and I enjoy doing?
Nell: I certainly do.
Me: You lot aren’t very good at it.
Nell: I wasn’t aware it was a skill and don’t call us ‘you lot’.
Me: Dave sometimes gives it a try but he’s not really sure what he’s supposed to be looking at. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: David is a trier and likes to please where he can.
Me: And Poppy stares fiercely around her like she’s ready to go into battle.
Nell: She is.
Me: Harriet doesn’t do quiet contemplation. She’s usually off running somewhere or rolling on the ground.
Nell: Nothing beats a good roll.
Me: And you just do your own thing.
Nell: Of course I do.
Me: And take your own time about it.
Nell: I’m a senior labrador. I’m allowed to take my time if I want to.
Me: Yes, you are but the view is truly amazing.
Nell: I know.
Me: Did you see the colour of the sea? It was almost green nearer the beach and then it turned darker blue with lots of white horses.
Nell: What on earth are you talking about? I didn’t see any horses.
Me: If you’d looked properly you would have seen them.
Nell: If horses are allowed on the beach then we should be.
Me: We will be from 1st October. The restrictions are lifted then until May so we have the whole beach back again.
Nell: I’m not sure I want to share the beach with horses.
Me: They aren’t real ones, Nell. They’re what we call breaking waves as they look like manes and the sound of them crashing against the beach is like the thundering of a thousand hooves.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: Sorry.
