My whippet cup comes from a lovely seaside village on the shore of the North Sea. It’s a small and quirky place that has, somehow, managed to resist progress and remain stuck in the 1970s. It’s a non-commercial, time-forgotten place where nothing has changed for 40 years, with a fabulous sandy beach and lovely dunes. Perfect for family holidays with the dogs. We love this place so much, that we return to it every year, in the tent.
The recent talk about my whippet cup and the fact that we’ve just booked this year’s holiday have brought back the sound of the waves and a lot of sweet memories. I can’t wait to get back there, and neither can George.
Initially, I was going to post a couple of the photos we took last year to show you how much George loves his seaside getaway, the dunes, the sand, the sun and the sound of the sea (but not the wet sea itself, of course). However, inspired by one of the posts my friend Robin (of Graceful Leadership) wrote the other week and the photos she shared, I’ve changed my mind about which picture of George to use.
So here’s my somewhat unusual choice for today. This photo is not about how we see George, but about how George sees us. I hope you like it as much as I do.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!