Eureka!!
So my young dog isn't a natural retriever, and I'm not a natural thrower. Or remotely Grrrr, .... (poor little dog).
But today (after a YEAR of ineffectual ball games, consisting mainly of him running around with ball in mouth for ages) we chanced upon a context where bringing the ball back to me for another go, (eyes all tuned in dark, body all charged up, us two sharing the moment) happened.
Half an hour of my pathetic spastic throwing, into rock pools; bounces, twists, splashes, skids.
It was ACE! We are happy.
(Probs all go tits up tomoz, but, just for now.... )