The black dog

With a tennis racquet in my right hand and a camera in my left, I had several attempts at snapping Jonty the black dog. He was on the move. I wasn't quick/agile enough and black dogs are notoriously difficult to photograph. So this is one of the better ones.

Today we narrowly missed hitting three hunt dogs that ran across the road in front of the car. We also had a chilly drive to Montpellier Airport when the driver's window of the car shot down into the door and refused to go up. Then this evening we discovered that, not content with losing her medical card and mobile phone, Mum has now lost the keys to her house. The day is looking up, however, with the prospect of the brilliant Last Tango In Halifax on the telly.