Dad

Me and the whippet took my Dad for a walk this morning. We were due to go to the beach but I decided the biting cold wind was going to make that a bit of a trial and so we we spent a happy and muddy hour squelching through Butterdean Wood.

After I took this my Dad understandably asked "why are you taking photos of my arse, is my face that bloody ugly?" He isn't of course but before I could answer we met a young Mum with a buggy, four small children and two large dogs coming the other way. I tried to explain that the only way she would get along the muddy path was if she strapped the kids to the dogs' backs but she was having none of it. It would have been an adventure anyhow.