We've walked to the end of the spit hundreds of times at Calshot, and the allure of tight-roping along the groynes never seems to diminish. The only variations are who's on, who's off and who's three miles behind because they can't keep up.
Mippy being particularly slow at present, but oh, does she have to do it too?
It's been a nice sunny day here in Hythe, and I was able to squeeze in a walk with Mippy lunchtime, which was fun.
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