A lovely afternoon with C at Dunwich today. I was rather later than planned, but we had a glass of wine, then went for fish and chips, which was gorgeous (and I duly gorged, nearly ate the lot), it being cooked to order and the lemon sole being cooked in crisp light batter.
As we parked, we saw several huge dogs, two of which were a breed I didn’t recognise. A lad was slowly eating an ice cream while they looked at him and drooled with longing. I made a joking remark about him teasing them and he grinned and his parents chuckled knowingly. I asked what breed they were – and now I’ve forgotten. Bother.
A touch of googling – it’s the Leonberger. One of them was massive, but they were both gentle and came over to greet me. As they were clearly friendly, I put my head down to meet them and we nearly touched noses. Their brown eyes were mild and kind. I wondered what Ben would make of dogs of that size, so much bigger than he.
Afterwards, we went for a walk along the cliff, past the heather and broom. It was delightful. I miss living by the sea.
When home, I walked Ben and, when we arrived back again, he was thrilled to see the family next door just home from a week’s camping. He spent the evening through there with them.