It’s the last day of our holiday and this photo was shot on the beach at Pembrey after we’d left Pembrokeshire for the last time this morning. The plan? To find somewhere to wear the dogs out so they would happily sleep all of the way home and to delay the moment of reaching the M5 until after we’d calculated that the majority of the families on their way to Devon and Cornwall on the first weekend of the school summer holidays would have passed through. The M5 can be chaotic and painful at this time of year.

We hit on the idea of Pembrey forest and beach – miles and miles of golden sand, a forest and dog-friendly – what more could we want? We got a bit spooked on the beach by the size of the jellyfish that had been washed up. I’m no jellyfish expert but I reckon these were big brutes by any standard. We estimated that the bigger ones could have been 3’ across and they were blue. Can you get stung by a dead jellyfish? We didn’t know so we decided we needed to give them a wide berth.

As we were walking along the beach, we could see what looked like a line of people on the beach in the distance. We walked towards them and realised it was this sunken ship, buried in the sand and slowly rotting away. I know that the shot is broadly similar to many dozens of others of JD, Lola and their ever-present tennis ball but the addition of the ship’s ribs and DM and his twiglet legs made it a photo worth posting for me.

Since shooting the pic, I have had a huge earworm and it’s taken me more than 24 hours to work out what it is.

# She’s like a mermaid locked in the dungeon of a sunken ship, She thinks she’s happy, though she’s been drawn in by shallow things, She closes her eyes and he keeps all the treasure he finds, In the back of my mind I hear the devil sing, it’s a strange kind of love…

Oh how I LOVE that song. Oh how I LOVE Love and Money.