Blackford Hill

Another 6am toilet mission. Archie, I mean...

And ready for playtime.

Poor Archie - nobody wanted to play with him at that time. In fact, he was shut in the kitchen with his toys, where he could be heard banging about, and indeed, a couple of little pathetic yelps were heard, but he soon settled down to relax till a more reasonable hour on a Sunday morning.

A lovely morning beckoned us (at a sensible hour) up Blackford Hill. Archie pricks up his ears at the mention now. We haven’t been for ages. Popped him in the back of the car. I'd like to report that he wasn’t sick. But he was - just as we thought we’d made it - right on cue, as we turned into our road and stopped.

However, he had a wonderful time up the hill - racing round, chasing sticks, running between us, meeting dogs. It was SO windy we didn’t even make it up to the top. JR’s hat blew off - I’ve never seen her move so fast!

Another disappointing day for Scottish rugby fans yesterday, so we won’t mention that. But as my mum was Irish, I’m looking forward to this afternoon’s game. Being an Ireland supporter is much less stressful than being a Scotland supporter. Go Ireland!