When they remembered about the ball it had blown a long way back down the beach to the water's edge and was bobbing about in the running waves. The labrador took it upon herself to try and retrieve it but each time she tried to grab hold of it in her mouth she was actually nudging it further and further away from the beach. It was quickly a long way out to sea. You can just about see the ball and the dog at four o'clock from the sea gull!
Our heroic weekend guest was then required to take off his top layers and wade out until he was chest deep in the very cold North Sea in order to grab the dog and say a fond farewell to the rugby ball, which is probably knocking around off the coast of Norway by now. Maybe it's caught up with Wilson, who knows.
Walking back across the salt marsh we passed some ragwort covered in clusters of cinnabar moths (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinnabar_moth). I haven't seen any for years, probably decades, so I was very delighted to see them again. They are so handsome.
Just by the car park at John Muir Country Park there is an excellent play area. Typical of East Lothian Council, the landscape planting is lovely. Whoever is in charge of municipal planting in the local authority has a very nice and sensitive touch. Every year I am impressed! The whole of the play park is extremely well done. Nice rope too.
On the way in to the play ground you are met by these two upside down characters.
If the weather stays fine I might pack a picnic lunch next week and take the mob there to work off some energy. It's a very good place to be.
Today I have been on Traprain Law again, continuing with the grassland survey. The sun has shone all day long. We even managed breakfast in the garden which was a great way to start the day.
The views from the top of the Law were wonderful, as always. To the east, out to sea
and to the west, towards Edinburgh and the Pentlands, faint in the distance.