The sun came and went at regular intervals as clouds flew across in front of it, and I threw my head back and smiled. Little Archer was pulling me along, head down focused on each new scent, I was glorying in the sea, the sun and the freedom.
I met several friends to chat with and unlike the Port, which was full of Maggie memories, this was a new day, an Archer day. Maggie did not like the busyness of this walk and we had not walked here more than once or twice in the dim and distant past.
All of these photos were taken as we headed out on our walk, we were just over half an hour from the car park when I realised we were about to get wet, and very wet. Just ten minutes form the car the rain began in earnest as porridge bowl clouds loomed overhead. Within minutes we could not see more than a couple of metres in front of us. I tucked the camera down my shirt and ducked my head - as Archer raised his and raced directly into the weather.