This morning at the beach it was silvery with cloud and maybe mist or smoke (or both).
And it was a bit empty, bar a woman who had just climbed out of the sea and was slowly turnimg to ice whilst she watched two other brave swimmers (it was 9 degrees and they were out of frame )
And after we chatted a bit and her dog reinforced that it was NOT going to play with my teenager ‘pup’ I walked quite a long way down the beach to near where the horses come down and found …
…
a little FISH!
… not surprising you might think - seeing as it was a beach an’ all.
But what did surprise was when the pup decided to investigate what I was hovering over and put her nose to it and it writhed away from her.
She jumped, and looked surprised
I jumped, and looked surprised
.. And as you can see the fish just looked resigned and a bit glum.
I scooped it up and returned it to the sea and I don’t know if it survived or not.
If it has - seeing as it was a golden fish - I guess I get to make a wish?
