Zoë Bowyer

The hound and I went on another of our trips to Whitepark Bay yesterday. We make use of the fact that Dave is heading to Ballycastle to dive, and we tag along for a walk. It is a good beach as it is never too busy – the long walk down the hill from the car park must put the majority of people off coming down. Having said that, I don’t come down the hill either, I walk from Ballintoy Harbour. Gracie loves it. There are loads of birds for her to run at, plenty of sticks to chase and just enough people to tell her she is lovely and pat her head.

Later, we went for another little dander around Ballycastle, and I spent a little bit of time knitting on a bench looking out at the sea. Thinking lots. About how lucky I am.