Have you ever experienced that exhilarating rush of spontaneity, where the allure of the unknown lures you into uncharted territory?
That’s how I felt at 7am this morning, in the pitch black of the night waiting for dawn to break. I knew the fields would be sodden with rainfall and muddy under foot, not a welcome thought, knowing my ridgebacks love mud and I would have to spend a good hour cleaning off the muck.
So I decided to head to the coast.
Not sure whether the tide would be in or out. I know, I know, there are tidal apps, but I struggle to understand them. Just like I don’t know my left to my right. So it was a case of dealing with muddy paws versus sandy paws, and I knew straight away which option I’d be choosing. Whilst sipping his coffee before heading off to work, my partner asked me if I had checked the tides?! He knew I hadn’t and was chuckling to himself as he knew I couldn’t care less, happy to take the chance, because when the ocean is calling, I need to go.
Luck…