Somme Estuary

"Of course, now I understand, the damm clock is radio controlled and so resets to UK time when in range." Such were my musings this morning on our now regular, before breakfast walk.

This walk is fair as Tanya is good as gold all night and then in the morning patiently waits as I drag myself from my snug and 'oh so comfy' bed to complete my morning ablutions. A brief walk to allow her to 'ablute' and catch the latest morning sniffs is enjoyed by both of us.  Followed of course by breakfast and a pondering as to the whats and wheres of the day ahead. The task of forward planning has never been a strong point with me and only rarely makes my, even rarer, 'to do' list.

As we walked the shingle bank above a wide flat and huge estuary beach I chuckled as the time revelation came to me. I rise at approx 7.30ish but had wondered yesterday how it had suddenly got to 11.30am before we were ready to set off. This morning, as I sleepy eyed and naked as one's maker intended, glanced at the main clock I noticed it was 8.30.

Now a sleepy brain. Ah wait! let me clarify that. 'MY' sleepy 2 brain cell, and well out of date human being software operating system, did not pick up the fact of my bedside clock being a radio controlled one which mischieviously resets itself to UK time at the first chance it gets.

The joy is it does not matter. I can muse on it if I want. I can chuckle and laugh about it. I have no deadlines or schedule. Apart that is from those I create within my own head and boy oh boy, 2 brain cells or not, I can do that for a pastime. What I am slowly, very slowly, doing is updating my antiquated brain software system and deleting all files to do with anxiety, hurry, got to, have to or need to.

All in all a very pleasant day spent at Le Hourdel with a good 'dogcycwalk' expedition to Cayeux-sur-mer. These two places are on the river Somme estuary where history and conflict are 'in your face' as soon as you hit the beach.

The two photos illustrate this. The one showing how even mans attempts at impregnability are easily toppled by mother earths abundantly cheap and plentiful tool. Time.

The other. Ok! So the building plot was cheap! It had a world war two bunker in the garden. Well; lets make good use of it eh!

One important lesson was learned on the return trip. Tanya had been running along beside and behind me as I meandered slowly along the level paved roadway by the sand dunes. Uh ho! Bit of a rainstorm coming on and not too far to go to the cosyness of Sadie. Quick stop to bung Tanya in the doggy carrier and because there was only a short distance to go I did not bother securing her with her harness.

I tell you. She is no daft dog. She worked that one out in a flash and next thing I heard was a thump. I glanced behind to see one rather surprised and dazed Tanya staggering back to her feet after what could have been a very nasty fall. Thankfully after a good cuddle and a check round for any damage she was up and running again with no harm done. A lucky escape and a lesson learned. Full harness on and secured every time now

Sorry Tanya!