I went to Aberaeron with my friend Irene today. We had a nice walk along the top of the beach with Emma, where we encountered a dead sheep on the beach, a dead seagull which looked like it was still alive, just crouched down as if it were asleep, poor thing, and on a happier note, a field full of live sheep with the friendliest little lambs ever who ran up to the fence to see us and wanted to use our fingers as teats! Two of them had number 5 on them, and after a while, Mummy No. 5 came over to see what we were doing to her babies, very cute!
Emma had one plunge into the sea, but then decided the muddy puddles were more to her liking, and managed to get plastered all up her legs. We stuck her back in the car whilst we had a browse round the shops, and then went and bought fish and chips, and sat on a bench round the harbour, so she got her usual treats! Why do they always give you so many chips nowadays though? I ended up throwing loads of them to a couple of mallard drakes, who were duly grateful, and then the word spread and about a million gulls appeared from miles around. I always feel mean then because they don't all get one.
Back to Irene's then for several cups of coffee and pieces of cake. Oh well, bang goes the diet again....
Guess who had the chips?
Now guess who's got them?