We are on Nantucket for our summer beach holiday, which is one of the reasons for the relative infrequency of posting here. That, along with my rather demanding responsibilities at the Investment Bank where I work. One does have a day job after all.
As some of my readers may remember, last year at this time I wrote that Pompey didn't care for visiting the beach here on the island. In fact, not one bit. It was all so wet, sandy, and noisy—what with waves crashing and seagulls screaming. This year, though, he finds it a bit more tolerable. At least he wasn't outwardly miserable when Boy took him there the other day just before cocktails.
It does help, though, that he has a nice fluffy towel to sit on.
He sends you his snuffles and kisses, Dear Reader.
photograph by Boy Fenwick