Our regular weekend beach walk with the dogs is around 5 Km. It’s about 800 metres each way from the bach to the beach, and then, depending if we first go slightly North to the river or cut diagonally across southwards, some 1.5 Km to the stream where we generally turn around.
At this time of year it quickly gets too hot for our little dogs, so how far we go and where we turn around can vary enormously.
This morning was a stunning: blue sky, warm, almost no wind, and I braved the shallows of the sea. Each wave was cold as it came in, but had already warmed by the time it went out again. It was delicious though to go barefoot and feel the sand beneath me.
It was surprising that at 10 am on such a gorgeous day there was hardly anyone down at the beach: no one fishing, few walkers, no horse riders. The river was busy though as the tide was coming in when we walked and there were numerous whitebaiters fiddling with their nets.
As far as weather goes, this weekend was just perfect.
And while I have no photo worth including, last night’s moon was amazing: it came up full, huge and red over the mountains. I’ve actually never seen it look like that before. I tried for a photo with the only camera I had to hand: my iPhone. The result, unfortunately, is a tiny dot of white on a black background.