Playing catch on a deserted Cornish beach! It took about 40 minutes to walk there, but it was worth it. Earlier in the day my family had been to another beach, which had been something of a disaster! It had been completely packed with people sunbathing, their squealing kids and their dogs (leashed, well behaved, sedate dogs!). Letting Barney free was out of the question so to his disgust he was kept on a short lead. He lay quietly, wistfully staring at the water...
Then, his patience snapped: he started whimpering, then wailing, then shrieking hideously as he strained for the water. People were looking round to see who was kicking my dog... It was clear he was NOT going to shut up unless allowed down to the sea. I gave up, put an extendable lead on him and threaded my way between towels, sandcastles, sleeping sunbathers and squealing children to the water's edge.
There was only one empty spot. There, a woman was fighting an epic battle with a young lurcher, making an enthusiastic bid to win her freedom! It turned out the lady had adopted her lurcher as a puppy and was shocked at her crazy behaviour. She nipped in play, eyed fast moving objects, chased everything, liked running in circles, and was stalking Barney while I chatted to her owner... I broke the news that many lurchers have some border collie in them. She sighed, looked at her girl and then at Barney and said that would explain a lot!
A little later my family, the dogs and I left that busy, busy beach, walked along the cliffs and eventually found a nice empty beach... Barney was allowed off lead and ran to his heart's content. We were all lots happier.... and I'm sure the sunbathers on the crowded beach were relieved at no longer having to listen to a certain dog's crazed yelping ;-)