When we walk up our road and hit the shore, we can either turn left or right.
Left takes us down a cul de sac with a handful of houses.
It's the way we usually walk when we've got Fudge as it's the quieter of the two roads.
Today, as I walked Fudge, the bay was cloaked in mist, the sea calm and mirror- like and the air echoed to the calls of thousands of feeding waterfowl.
I hurried home, got the camera and drove back up the road, turning right this time.
Tide and time wait for no man, so unfortunately the tide had gone out in that short space of time, revealing the mudflats.