Pammy and the Hoff
Before the monsoon of Monday (seriously, have you looked outside yet today!? Don’t bother), once I’d stopped stealing rubbish Green Day jokes and whinging about how much I hated Autumn, I remembered that with the end of September comes the kind of sandy delights we can only dream of from May to October 1st – dogs on the beach, DOGS ON THE BEACH*.
So yesterday afternoon, in between sanding walls, painting, glossing, roast chickening and general Sundaying we wrapped up warm and headed down to one of the husbands’ favourite beaches for a soul cleansing spot of sea air. I’ve said it before – and I’ll no doubt say it again sometime in the not too distant future and repeatedly forever more – but being beside the seaside makes my little heart happy.
Apparently the mutts agree.
Would you like to see
us them having all the fun?? OK then.
**And the players gonna play, play, play, play, play…^^
Why yes, I am indeed wearing my Super Simple Snood whilst having a ball related stand off with Betty, well spotted.
What do you mean you don’t live near the beach too??
I’m trying hard to take better photographs (thank you little blog for pushing me to improve) and I was ridiculously over excited at how some of these came out. You think I’d have gone for an easier subject to hone my skills with…not so much.
Care to help a girl out with some of your best photography tips?
*FYI I was typing that too fast and first wrote ‘dongs on the beach’ – that’s a whole different kind of beach my friend.
** And yes, that right there is a Taylor Swift reference. I’m not even a bit sorry.