July 15 is St. Swithin's Day, and according to tradition, whatever weather we get on his feast day will continue for 40 days.
We're in for more wet weather in that case as it did indeed rain, albeit briefly, early this morning. As it has for practically every one of the past 40 days, so perhaps this year it's retrospective.
This afternoon we went to a friends' Seaside Sausage Party, where there were more than 20 dachshunds in all shapes and sizes.
The highlight of the afternoon was a series of Sausage Dog races, during the which the dogs all behaved impeccably and mostly ran in the same direction.
Small Dog was designated an honorary sausage dog for the day, and she did indeed enjoy several sausages, cooked on the beach on our little BBQ, which also provided some useful warmth when the clouds gathered. Thankfully it didn't rain, and there were even some lengthy periods of sunshine, although a stiff breeze meant we didn't take off many of the several layers of clothing, worn just in case.....
As you can see, we don't travel light. The beach shelter was hedging our bets in case of either blistering sun or torrential rain. Camping chairs are essential as none of the three of us like sitting on the shingle. Just out of shot at the bottom, is our BBQ which Small Dog is watching intently, having worked out that 12 sausages were far too many for us and she was therefore probably in with a shout for a few of them.
We left just as huge, lowering black clouds were beginning to gather, although it hasn't rained.
Lovely time had by all. Small Dog is now flat out in her basket, no doubt dreaming of sausage dogs and I'm just about to head off in search of a glass of something chilled and relaxing.