No, the title is not an example of my poor spelling, it’s an oh-so-clever play on words by yours truly, for this past weekend was truthfully like summer. Weekends at the moment have slots reserved for walking Murphy because by the time we get back from work on a weekday it’s already dark. The woods and the beach aren’t much fun at night for a very sociable little dog. The forecast was supposed to be quite good, but it was way beyond anyones expectations I think, we were treated to glorious sunshine and warmth.
On the Friday evening I went with some friends down to a couple of new local bars to check them out and see just how much money sitting in nice surrounds would cost per drink. First off we headed out to the Sand Sifter at Godrevy which was really nice, if completely bereft of people. We had a quick drink there and then headed over to a new place in Hayle called Salt, which was really nice. Very laid-back and really nicely done out, which as anyone who’s spent any time in Hayle will tell you, is quite something! My friends crashed at our house that night, none of them (me included) making it through the screening of Die Hard 4.0 which seemed like such a good idea at the time.
The next morning we took the world’s gingerest spaniel down to see my friend and her dogs, and took them for a run and splash at Gunwalloe, down at Church Cove. It was so gorgeous, you’d swear it was summer and not officially the middle of winter.
The poor pup was absolutely shattered after this, and I’m reliably informed would barely move that evening. He’s such a sorry sight if he’s knackered.
Sunday came around and it was still sunny! I didn’t think it could match up to the previous day but I was proved wrong, it was hotter again. This time Murph was joined by his three usual cohorts and our other friend’s dog, a particularly speedy greyhound. I’m not sure how long we were down there, but I’d wager it was easily a couple of hours. The beach in question this time was Perranporth.
That picture was taken where we sat for a glass of something cold outside the Watering Hole, which isa pub rather handily built on the beach itself. Once again Murphy made the most of it with plenty of dog-chasing, dog-sniffing and splashing about in rockpools and the river. It was all he could do to lift his head to look at me when I got in from training last night. It’s easy to forget sometimes that he’s still only 10 months old.
Thanks to Mother Nature for this sneak-peek at what summer may be like this year, I can’t wait for barbecue season.