And, we are back.
Safe and sound.
And in a bit of pain.
But more of that later.
Jasmine was besides herself when she realised she was going with us.
She panted non-stop for two frigging hours.
I don’t know if it was excitement or concern.
She went from one side window to the other.
Dripping doggy saliva on us as she brushed past us.
I didn’t mind too much but Mex was underwhelmed.
The above picture was the view from our cottage.
Please note the thick bush.
I constantly wondered what wild life was ogling me.
We left at about twelve on Friday.
We had a major power failure at work so I got away early.
There was a howling gale and a bit of rain.
And I thought “shyte”
However, by the time we arrived there the clouds had lifted.
Not so the wind.
Too windy to light a fire.
So we changed our plans and went back into town and bought a fabulous pizza.
And I decided the beach would have to wait for the next day.
I am sorry but I think this is going to be quite a long post.
Try to pay attention.
When we arrived the owner gave me a map.
Told me not to take the nearest path to the beach as there was a big sand dune.
Of course, when Jasmine and I went to the beach in the morning I didn’t take the map.
And chose the wrong gate.
Not knowing where the other gate was I thought “what the hell, how difficult can this be?”
Oh my God…it was a small mountain.
I knew I was in trouble when Jasmine took three steps up and slid back two. I got about three quarters of the way up when I overbalanced and nearly slid into the bush.
I managed to sit upright again.
And tried to look nonchalant and that I had intended to stop and look at the view.
I eventually made it to the top…gasping for air.
And took this photo of the other side of the dune.
What you can’t see is the sheer drop where Jasmine is standing.
So I took this one to give you an idea.
Thought I might have to spend the weekend sitting on the dune.
But eventually took a deep breath and slid down.
And made a very unladylike landing.
Now this post IS getting too long so I will continue tomorrow.
I’ll end off with a picture of one very, very happy dog.