My wife and I are away for the weekend, and I am trying to get used to being the sort of person who travels with two dogs. But it just seems insane. We pull into a car park near a beach. The off-season is the only time people with dogs can go to the beach. The car park is oddly busy, and my wife, who is driving, has to pause until the way ahead clears.
“Look at them all,” I say. “Backing in.”
