It's good to be alive.

Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 1.
Tears: No.
Overall day: Beautiful.

As the pooch has had a rough couple of days, Furry Mama decided that Pepper needed a special walk today. For that matter, so did Hormonal Hannah as she's never good on a Monday. So Baggy took them off to Southwold. The weather was glorious. Perfect for a walk along the beach.

Not a cloud in the sky. The tide was on its way out. The beach was pretty deserted.

Pepper was in his happy element.

Of course he had to go for a paddle!

He seriously takes after his Mama though. For a clever pooch, he can be pretty daft! "Oooooo, I love a good paddle. I'll just hop over this wave. Oh that was big! Mum, where's my ball gone?"
"Nooooooooo! Pepper fetch your ball".
"I can't see it".
"It's there look, floating over that wave". And the next wave. And the next. Floating away across the North Sea. Sigh! Fortunately Clever Bird had packed a spare ball, so off they set again.

Every now and again Furry Mama had to wipe the sand off the pooch's nose.

They wandered to the end of the pier and admired the sea.

Then they did the whole walk back again. Baggy and Pepper were happy to be alive, enjoying the morning. They were also happy to get back to the campervan, as walking on sand and pebbles takes it out of the legs.

A last look at the view......

before the short drive home. Blog (Clara). Snooze (Pepper). Stock pricing (Clara). Tidying (The Domestic Goddess). Then if Baggy can rustle up the energy, a trip into town to check on Clara's vintage cabinet........