April 15, 2018
“I ‘may’ have been a part in organising a lurcher walk” says my other half.
Everywhere we go whether it be on holiday, a trip to the shops, filling up with petrol, I mean the most mundane task possible, my significant other always manages to find a dog to tickle. It’s like we’re doing a dog tickling tour of Britain but no one mentioned that somewhere along the way I had been signed up without my knowing. I hope at some point to be presented with a t-shirt or badge at least, congratulating us for reaching a climactic total of tickles. So, it was to my complete surprise (not) that today’s walk had been organised. We went, running late (apologies) to Sizewell on the Suffolk coast. A beautiful, in its own right, stretch of coast line. I say in it’s own right as it does have a power station practically on the beach. So it’s not your stereotypical seaside scenario but for me that adds to its beautiful weirdness. We’ve visited before today and you can see some of the photos in my Suffolk Coast Project (which I really must add to at some point). As expected, despite the fog we met up with a delightful bunch of lurcher owners and their beautifully scruffy hounds. All the dogs and owners were excited to be amongst their own kind and had a whale of a time running around doing what they do, finishing off with a nice brew. Tickling sufficiently topped up.