2CV to Reculver

Another gorgeous sunny blue skies day, but with a breeze getting up. Everyone is talking like this could be the end of the hot spell that luckliy saw us all through our boating in Yorkshire. Especially at the allotments, where Dad is lifting spuds this afternoon (some very nice Desiree) and everyone passing is saying things like "Yes - I need to get mine dug too before it rains....."

Dad fires up the 2CV. Poor "Clara" has been feeling a bit left out lately. While we've had the new car plus the old (company car) Picasso, the drive's been a bit loaded down, and the poor 2CV, at the back, is always the most blocked in and hardest to dig out, so she's got a bit neglected since August. Now, though, the Picasso is gone and we are back to a sensible number of vehicles.

We have a blast out to Reculver, where the tide is far far out, so we dogs can scramble down onto the beach and have a chase about among the sand bars and cockle beds, racing through the shallow water and getting soaked by kicked up spray. In Megan's case, this is not so much chasing about as trotting along contentedly behind the rest of us, but all three dogs get well soaked in sea water up to their plimsoll lines.

We look manky, but Dad thoroughly approves - he knows that the sea water is great for getting rid of old mud and canal water, and that once we've dried off in the sun and wind on our walk back to the car along Reculver's sea wall, we will be whiter than white among the "furnishings". A quick brush out back home, and it'll be better than if we'd all had a shampoo. And all nicely in time for my Birthday (did I mention that? - It's tomorrow. I am 1 Year Old)

:-))
Deefer