Me: We’re very lucky to live so close to Bantham Beach. We need to make the most of it while we can.
Nell: Yes. From next Wednesday dogs won’t be allowed on the main beach until October.
Me: I know and I’m worried the walk to River Beach will be too much for you.
Nell: It might. I struggled a little last year.
Me: How are we going to manage?
Nell: I’m presuming wolves and lions aren’t allowed on the main beach?
Me: I wouldn’t think so.
Nell: What about tigers?
Me: I don’t think the Stuffed Tiger has much interest in the beach.
Nell: I was talking about Beauregard.
Me: Oh, I see.
Nell: Maybe Rupert can collect me on his motorbike if I can’t manage the hill?
Me: I’m not sure a wolf on a motorbike is any more acceptable, Nell.
Nell: Well, I may just have to sail down the river in Lionel’s boat.
Me: Has he got it back?
Nell: Not the speedboat. The yacht. Although, the speedboat would be more convenient.
Me: Is it still at Burgh Island?
Nell: Yes. Unfortunately NOIR is keeping an eye on it.
Me: The Notorious Organisation of International Rooks?
Nell: Obviously.
Me: That’s a shame. I suppose we could try and get it back.
Nell: Here we go.
Me: If we went over to Burgh Island in the dead of night disguised as fishermen.
Nell: Excuse me?
Me: I’m sure The Cat must have some navy sweaters and waders in its dressing up box.
Nell: I don’t know who the ‘we’ is in this scenario, but count me out.
Me: I could probably pass as a small round fisherman if it was dark enough, and you could be my faithful companion.
Nell: Stop this nonsense right now.
Me: Sorry.
