Taking in the View, or Not

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.

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