Dune.

Despite a foreboding and laden sky I took myself off to Tyninghame beach with Brammle this morning. We chose a slightly different path and made a dramatic entry onto the ridge of a huge sand dune with the sea directly in front. Brammle raced down in a cloud of sand and after a moments hesitation I raced down after him. I ended up in a heap and couldn't stop laughing for the sheer exhilarated hell of it. I might make running down sand dunes an obligatory start to the day, it's impossible to get to the bottom without a huge grin across your face.