Death on the shore

Great journey down to Lancashire, arriving this afternoon in time to take the dogs to Blackpool beach where they had a fabulous romp, totally forgetting their five hours in the car. They had been so good that I hardly remembered I had any passengers at all. When we got to the beach the tide was way out and we were able to walk a long way on the sand, which was a great way to unwind and take in some sea air. There was some debris on the beach, presumably thrown overboard from passing ships, but the dogs also found this dead crab on the sand and I liked the way the underside looked like a face looking up at us.

Tomorrow we head off on the next step of the journey to Berkshire.