ONLY MAD DOGS GO OUT IN THIS...

...heavy winter showers appearing from nowhere. My little crew were chasing the blown seaweed down the beach picking it up and playing chase-me, when suddenly we were thrust sideways by a huge gust of wind, Ella rolled over and Rolo tumbled passed me on his extendable lead and then the hale came, we ran for shelter under the sea wall. It was a long way to go back, time for a tiny treat and brace ourselves for the return. It didn’t take long for the dogs to settle down and start playing again.

Jack loved the madness so much he just didn’t want to leave the beach - bless him.