One of the best things about this being self-employed malarkey is that there are no corporate rules to follow other than the ones we choose to make for ourselves.
This means that when my husband goes up to St Anne's on Sea on business, the dog and I can go with him and once his business is completed, we have time for ourselves - which is exactly what we did yesterday. It looks quite overcast and the breeze was chilly at times, but the air was warm and it was just the right sort of weather for taking the dog on the beach (but only the part where dogs are allowed, of course!).
First, we fortified ourselves with breakfast eaten outside at our favourite beach cafe with the artificial grass-covered tables, and then we let the dog loose on the sand.
Oh, how he loves the beach! He rockets this way and that, tail tucked in, head down and at speeds that would challenge a racehorse. He loves doing the closest of fly-pasts, missing you by centimetres as he showers sand in his wake, barking with delight at the freedom. He does handbrake turns in the sand, rolling over and over as he goes so fast that he can't stop, sploshes in the pools and digs holes, pulling excitedly at bits of seaweed or stick that are buried. He's a very happy boy.
As for us, we enjoy the space and the emptiness. We laugh at the dog's joyful antics and take our time walking back to the town. It's not often that you can put the world on hold, and it wasn't for very long, but that was just what it felt like, and we were very grateful for it.
Have a lovely weekend, whatever you are doing xx