Respite

I woke in the night to the sound of… silence. The wind had dropped, at last.  The situation will return to normal shortly, so we took advantage of the weather window and took the dogs out after breakfast. It was bang on low tide, but a neep tide means little difference ‘twixt high and low tides and the only beach available to walk on this morning would most likely have been soft sand and heavy going. We stuck to the land.

There is a promontory beyond Airon, the name of which I can never determine. It leads out to the Holms of Ire via an old stone quarry.

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A reasonably open space there is normally populated only by gulls and rabbits. It’s a grand place to give dogs a run but a close eye is needed to be certain that they don’t take accidentally a running jump into the sea. The soft green sward that we are used to was today a sodden mire, full of hoof holes since cattle have been grazing there.  The dogs were soon filthy.

I took the camera, but only the Nikon. The wind and sea have died down a great deal but there is still much salt spray in the air and I was not risking my precious DSLR.  Unfortunately the Nikon decided to exhibit its focussing bug again.  No great photos today but some snaps to record our walk, at least.

 

 

Two heaps of rust
Two heaps of rust

It does the old girl good to go for a blow once in a while.

Holms of Ire - Mr L and one dog included
Holms of Ire – Mr L and one dog included

Spot the dog!

Still some energy in the sea, but much calmer now
Still some energy in the sea, but much calmer now

I can spend hours in this spot, just looking out. Mr L was in favour of crossing to the holms but I thought that would be plain daft today.

Nell took no time at all in finding a toy
Nell took no time at all in finding a toy

Nell did her usual quick disappearing act for a spot of beachcombing and came back triumphant and waggy,  with her float of choice for the day.

 

The Cairn
The Cairn

I took the unavoidable photograph of the cairn as I normally do, against the sea – then I took one for a change with the land and the light behind it.

Cairn in silhouette
Cairn in silhouette

A brisk walk is one of the great Boxing Day traditions. There are others… to think that we might have been pushing and shoving around in some vast shopping mall, fighting for bargains in more stuff that we don’t truly need.

Another Boxing Day tradition is the Bubble and Squeak lunch. That blow in the fresh air has set me up nicely for that and I am now going to mash up the nut roast with the remaining veg and throw it all into the frying pan. Can’t wait! Anybody know where the HP is?

 

 

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