Cocklawburn

No that’s not a what three words address, it’s the name of this beautiful deserted beach.
The mutt may be 14, but when he hears the call of the ocean, he answers it.
We had a wonderful walk, the dog paddled in the sea & chased a gently thrown tennis ball, and the three of us had the place almost to ourselves.
After that it was crash out on the bench at the cottage for us, snore on the sofa for Jack.
Not bad for a Wednesday.