That day

That day. The one I got the car stuck in sand and everything. Sand in every crevice and all that. Yes, that day. That's when I met Dobbin or Dobbinina or whatever tis called here sheltering with its pals near a wall near the beach on the west-side of this fair isle as force 8 gusts swept in.

Oh, what a lovely horsey. Smiled at me when I took it's likeness with me camera. Shook its head nicely and posed while its pals looked on adoringly.