Come on Steve, its supper time

I've had a relaxing and fun Sunday today. Listening to loud music whilst pottering at the computer. At teatime, I wandered outside to enjoy the fading sunlight in the garden.

From the bottom of the garden I watched walkers climbing up the slope from the stream, before entering the woods on their way to the waterfall cascading down from The Heavens.

Bomble joined me and explored fences and bushes, rubbing his mouth against fallen twigs, sniffing relentlessly before marking his territory. When I decided to come in, he did too and sat outside the patio door expectantly. I spotted a shot so he had to wait getting his bum cold whilst I blipped him. I do love him.