Afternoon stroll

I haven't walked to the lighthouse for a while now; not since the report of a cobra flaring its hood at passersby on the path before slithering into the long grass one late afternoon. It's not that I have anything against cobras, even those that flare their hoods, but I am concerned for my dog's wellbeing and know nothing about what her reaction would be. But she desperately wants to run free and chase a guinea fowl or three across the field, and it's been a cool day with a gentle northwesterly bringing in some fragrant sea air under a sunny sky, and I just had to go.
No snakes, plenty of other dogs, a few skiboats going up and down the coast - a dull thud echoing across the water with each swamp of spray over the bows as they pounded across the low swells - an uncomfortable ride. A shady character with a rucksack and a piece of metal piping (Cluedo, anyone?) passed by every so often - frequently seen and probably a poacher.

But otherwise a delightful walk as always, with Cleo picking up pungent post and leaving liquid letters all over the place. A few isolated flowers here and there, with the spring mass displays now well over and resting until next year. Well worth risking the sighting of a snake or three.