Peggerty certainly caught sight of the tall piece of ‘eye candy’ she gave a little growl of appreciation, chuckled and then let out a loud wolf whistle. She grabbed her own board, shook her red mane of hair, then calling the dogs she approached. The irraka was tall herself, and like the man, sun kissed though the sun had also gifted her with a smattering of freckles over her skin. The dogs bounced about her barking so she threw the ball again for them. “Hello there.” Peggerty said once she was close enough, “I’m glad I am not the only one round here that likes to ride the horses.”  Her nostrils flared for a moment as she tried to catch Craig’s scent, “The names Peggerty by the way.” She put out her hand.<br/><br/>Something interesting was her accent, it was certainly not American, she sounded English though there was a slight twang to it, likely from the region she game from. The dogs returned and the large lurcher dropped the ball at her feet. It was covered in drool, “Thanks Freddy.” She said “Oh yeah and this is Freddy and that little bastard,” Peggerty gestured to the small jack russell, “Is Enach.” The woman certainly had an easy smile and a friendly demeanour; her eyes shone reflecting the sea and the waves. This woman was certainly filled with life, and joy as well as being in very good shape.<br/>