Chapter Thirteen
We arrived in bright sunshine but almost as soon as we descended the steps to the beach the weather started to turn. The wind started to gust and we could see big, black clouds rolling in across the sea at an alarming rate, making the sea wild in it’s path.
Jo threw the Frisbee for Buster and the wind took it. It flew off into the distance and over some rocks, heedlessly followed by the young dog who disappeared over the outcrop of rocks in chase. We waited for a few moments, expecting to see him bounding back with the Frisbee proudly held in his mouth but after a couple of minutes Jo turned to me, the worry obvious on her face.
‘I’m going to go and get him’ and she trotted off in search of the errant hound.
I followed along at a leisurely pace until I heard a shout fr
