Waking up to….well nothing really. Because we felt like it. The dogs slept like roses, Nossi in front of the passenger seat, where he also travels and Dotti between the seats. Marjo and I on the king size bed in the back. In the background the noise of the highway….or….no….the ocean of course.
I get up to make breakfast, Marjo coffee and sandwiches with cheese, pâté and jam and for me peppermint tea and muesli. We share half an apple. Then back in bed to consume this while reading a book on the iPad, the dogs still slumbering. Marjo gets up, feeds the dogs and walks to the beach. Nossi goes nuts when he sees the sand and runs laps, he seems to have this running laps association with grass and sand. What goes on in a dogs mind will always remain a mystery although I’m sure most of it won’t be rocket science.
Meanwhile I have shaved and cleaned up, collected some firewood, my only planning for the day and made coffee. In the already warm sun we sit and watch and drink coffee. I said before, this could grow on me.
Then we do a repeat and walk with both dogs to the beach, a 1 minute walk. There we kick off our thongs (or toe slippers for non Australians) and walk barefoot on the still wet sand. The dogs run after the tennis ball and each other and run towards the sea until the oncoming water chases them back. We walk around the corner over the rocky breaker and see that it’s low tide. That creates little ponds with warmish water. In one Marjo gets a scare from a large fish (brand unknown) that was more scared from her delicate foot and trashes around to try and hide in the small pond. Nossi is intrigued and investigates. The fish gets even more scared and trashes himself out of the water onto the beach. Now Nos is triumphant and as he does pokes his nose into the fish. Being a softy I can’t let my dog kill a fish and help the poor little fella back into his pond where he clings to the rockwell in the hope that Nossi loses interest. He does when we walk on to give Dotti water therapy. This to activate his back leg since she’s been three legged for the last 2 months or so, avoiding to walk on her arthritis plagues back leg. This therapy consists of slow walking so that she uses the leg and also water movement so she can move it without having to put pressure on it. The idea was to do this in a shallower part of where the sea circles the rocky area. Well that worked only as long as not a big wave decided to come around and swoop Dotti with her. I could barely prevent her from becoming a seal.
In the he afternoon I picked up my guitar again, Marjo had a nap, we planned our next stop and I took my practice kite to the beach. It feels nice to let it soar through the air by moving the handle bar. Soon I have to do the real kite boarding!
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