That time of day

That time when, no matter how grey the weather and how biting the wind, you have to take the dog for its walk and, sometimes, the grandchild too. Gone are the days when you could look out the window and have the option to say. "Nah! I can't be bothered" and get away with it. If you don't have to do any of that, you have to ask yourself why you are out there, wandering around in it, looking for something to photograph and are grateful for dog walkers, people, and a low tide.

I'm still searching for an answer, but not a photograph.