What do you do....

...when you're stuck for somewhere to walk the dog? James and I were in Poole at my youngest cousin's wedding last Sunday. In the break between the wedding breakfast and the cutting of the cake in the evening we popped out to take the hound for a run. The only problem was that we were at a very posh hotel and all that was surrounding us were other hotels, the road and the sea. Not to be deterred by such details, James suggested that we get on the ferry that crosses the entrance to Poole Harbour between Sandbanks Peninsular (where we were) and Shell Bay in Swanage!

We embarked the ferry, still dolled up in our best wedding attire, with the grey beastie doing his level best to make me look as daft as possible, tottering along in my high heeled sling backs and strapless dress! (To be honest I think he did a pretty good job of it too judging by the looks we were getting)!!

Once safely on the other side we set off towards the beach that luckily for us was dog friendly. At this point I was having to carry my shoes as their design wasn't exactly conducive to walking through sand and climbing up sand dunes. Stange that. Anyhow, the main thing is that Jet had a great time jumping about in the sand and running around as though his life depeneded on it.

This is the view of the beach from the ferry...

It was probably quite fortunate that we had to turn around and make our way back when we did as we later discovered that further along the bay is a nudist beach!! On the return ferry journey we stood next to a chap who told us he liked dogs. Good job really as Jet decided to copy what the man was doing and promptly stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the edge of the ferry and looked over into the water, then back up at the chap standing next to him. It was quite comical to watch and when I turned around I saw that the people that were sitting in their cars were smiling.