Just when I closed up for a retry the man who runs his greyhounds on Liin bay meadow came up to my door and told me Dusty had been spotted at Green Island, a few km. up North. Or to be more accurate, at the caves, just a wee little stroll up North from there.
I launched immediately for the dolphin. The caves were majestically gorging on dump waves and I was not too surprised not to find the dolphin in this massacre. The beyond was luring and I could not help to satisfy my wonder as to what was just around the corner. A deep worn out, grassy footpath led me by the cliffs and for several lengths was not wider than a foots width, dropping mercilessly to sea level 30 metres below. I anchored my fingers in the grass wall and inched by in a force nine gale, soaked by icy rain and unbalanced by the backpack. Alas, to no avail. If she’s there at all, she was obviously out in the clear, way from the wear and tear of the rocks of doom.
I was timed out by daylight, but comforted by the splendour of sunset. Tomorrow is another day and I’ll be there for sure. Keep an eye on the ‘Nieuws’ department for there I hope very soon to hang out the good news.