A couple of weeks ago on a Friday afternoon I took the dogs for a walk through fields of yellow oilseed rape and vivid green wheat.
We headed out towards the Martello towers by the sea
walking alongside drainage ditches
or in the case of Zephi, leaping and sinking into the stinky, slimy black filth
We got to the sea, threw a few stones and turned home
Alderton to the beach between Shingle Street and East Lane