We arrived back in Harlech on a hot day in the third heatwave of the year. It was already past 3pm but we now had Mo, a campervan that I didn't really trust. They made me sit on a hard seat with a harness and I couldn't see out of the front window or the back. How was I going to warn them of motorbikes and tractors? One bonus was she didn't put my halti on but trusted me on the harness. To be honest, I was too hot to care, but I pulled her along the first section down to the beach and along the sands. She let me have a paddle and then she had this daft idea to cross the dunes to the railway. First we had to climb up the steep sandy bank then we followed what seemed to be a path inland. It soon disappeared into a mix of plants that were all prickly and bigger than me so I either had to bounce over them or tunnel through them. She was scratched with brambles and roses and kept falling over as she couldn't find her fee...
My owners wanted me to post these pictures and notes to let you know what it's like being a beagle.