It being about 18 degrees F (–8 C) out, sunny, with a brisk wind blowing, I thought it was a fine day for the beach, so Trav and I went for a sunset walk at Lambert’s Cove. Before I got into horses, Rhodry and I were regulars on that beach. Before Rhodry, I roamed around that area frequently with the late Mary Payne and her dogs. A key scene in Mud of the Place takes place there. (Pixel, Rhodry’s alter ego, scampers up one of the long stairways and disappears among the summer homes on Makonikey.)
In late 2011 and early 2012, I attended several town meetings to support dogs’ access to Lambert’s Cove Beach in the summer, but I’m not sure Travvy had ever been there. If he hadn’t, I probably hadn’t either, not in almost six years.
The most obvious change was the signage. There’s a lot more of it. Most of it is about dogs. Poop bags are now provided, and a very small receptacle for disposing of them. I didn’t take one — I’ve always got at least one in my pocket — but I appreciated the offer.
Here’s Trav at the point where the trail through the woods opens onto the beach.
No beach is so perfect that it can’t be improved by a fuzzy butt in the foreground.
Would you guess that this dog doesn’t like to get his paws wet? He played chicken with the waves and even wooed at them. Since he was on his longline, I could keep a dry distance away.
The sun goes down behind Paul’s Point.
And light lingers in the sky.