Water!


Karen's waiting for us in the lane. There's Oakley - you know him well, Budleigh - and that's Sadie who's staying with Oakley for the weekend.

Oakley and Sadie are true water babies. In you go, Budleigh. Don't be scared.

Sadie says the water's lovely!

See - Oakley's got the ball. You try.

No one loves a dog who won't share.

And that means you, Budleigh. Come on, give it back.

Beside the Bissoe Trail there's heather and any amount of exciting smells.

There's arsenic in the little river that runs parallel to the track. It comes from the old disused mine workings. That's why the grass is so vividly green. Don't fall in!

We have to cross the road to get from one section of the Trail to the other.
Paws at the edge the way you've been taught, Budleigh, then Over!

It's OK, we're coming. We know you're eager to get home.

You've all been so good. Have a lovely romp on Karen's lawn. You'll sleep well tonight.

Words and photos: Christine

North cliffs


This is Mawnan Porth on the North Coast, Budleigh.
Surfers call these waves 'messy.'

Toby is on this coast somewhere, paddle boarding with his mates. He'll be on his new board.
Any sign of him yet?

This isn't Toby.

Lots of people are out today, just watching the waves.

What's this game they're playing here? We think it's some sort of skittles crossed with boules. Not for dogs anyway.

Let's leave them all to it and go for a cliff top walk. Many steps up and down.

Don't look down!

Life guards are keeping a close watch, making sure surfers stay within the area marked by their flags.

So no swimming here for anyone, human or dog. Keep to the path Budleigh.

Tired, are you? Let's make our way back.

Heavy rain is coming in. If we hurry, we'll make it to the car before we're all drenched.

The tide is changing. There go the guards, turning their vehicle before it sinks in softer sand.

Toby must be paddle boarding from another beach. Next time maybe.

Creekside walk


Today we're going to walk by the creek at Coombe. You'll like it there, Budleigh.
You can wear your new Ruffwear harness. Goodbye to that itchy collar.

Here we are at Coombe. Just a few houses at the end of the creek. Very pretty houses which are reached by driving down a lane and over a cattle grid.

The tide is out but we don't want you chasing the ducks or sinking in the mud.

Hear that noise? It's the sound of ducks digging in the mud and slurping up worms. Don't let's disturb them.

There's so much to see - but we'd better walk a bit faster. The weather is looking grim.

Too cold to snow but cold enough to hail. Take shelter under Hugh's coat and we'll sit it out.

While we wait for the hail to ease off, let's look over at the opposite bank where there are some lovely old houses.

Time to retrace our footsteps along the narrow path. You kept up well, Budleigh and enjoyed your walk.
We'll come back in summer and you'll see how pretty the creek and its banks are.

Squirrel watch


Budleigh spends all his spare time at the window, scanning the garden. What are you looking for, Budleigh?

Squirrels! They come to the garden feeders almost as often as the wild birds we love.

You're making a bit of a mess of the sofa, Budleigh.

Seen anything yet?

Asleep on duty.
It's hard work, all this looking and looking.
Shhhhhhh! Sleep well, little dog.

Long autumn shadows


It's a glorious day, not a cloud to be seen. Let's go to Perranporth. The beach there is wide and beautiful.

The sand is smooth with hardly any footprints anywhere.

Lots of people are walking with their dogs. It seems that everyone has a furry companion like you, Budleigh.

Horses are plodding along. Hugh wishes he had his lovely horse Sienna with him. How she would have loved the freedom and the soft sand but I think she has never seen the sea in all her life.

Some people come on horseback, others exercise their dogs this way. That's a handy buggy.

Don't on any account touch one of these jelly fish, Budleigh, not even with the tip of your nose.

Look! There are thousands of them on this beach stretching in a glistening line from end to end.

Oh no, you mustn't steal toys. This lady isn't at all pleased that you took her dog's ball.

Here's a reward for giving it back - after a bit of a battle.

No one's going to take this toy away. Budleigh's property. You're not good at sharing are you?

A quick drink from the new dog bottle. Far better for you than all that sea water you drank last time.

The sun is low and we're casting long shadows. We've had a perfect afternoon on Perranporth beach.