Dog/Gosling/Dog/Gosling... Dog!

... is there a bit of a repetitive theme going on here?...

Hooked up with my pal S and we went on a jaunt to Musselburgh. I had an ulterior motive, of course, to see what birds or dogs could be seen, but S thought it was just a stroll.

The day started off in bright sunshine, blue skies, gentle breeze, billowing white clouds. Perfect. By the time were half way on the bus - black skies, torrential rain & hurricane winds. But by the time we arrived at our destination, 10 minutes later, it was back to blue skies again. Perfect timing.

We walked along from the harbour to the river, and of course, there was someone out with a dog. A beautiful dog. I had to go and chat. The owner, a middle aged lady, had two walking sticks and couldn't bend to pick up the ball very easily, and even though she had a short ball throwing thingie, it was all a bit of an effort.

The dog, Skye, was a mixture of a blue merle and a bearded collie. He had beautiful markings. We talked to the lady for ages and played with the dog. He was still a pup, and she was very proud of him. Although why she wanted a dog that needs lots of exercise when she obviously found getting around difficult, I don't know.

We wandered on a wee bit further, and in the space of a couple of minutes, the skies blackened, the wind got up the rains came again. I'm sure our friend must have got soaked, but we were near the river, and stood under a tree for the 10 minutes or so that it took to pass over, going east. Then back to sunshine. Crazy weather!

A walk along the river, but most of the Canada geese have gone. Probably to Canada.

A re-fueling stop in Musselburgh. Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be a lot of choice in cafes, and when we did find one, the menu did not entice me to break today's restricted diet allowance. Result!