Digging that stick (Day 42)

Another blustery, wet morning walk with the dogs today, the skies a uniform dull grey. Summer must be due to start sometime soon, surely.
I got home from the dog wandering to find hopalong balancing on one crutch whilst she hoovered. *Sigh*
I headed off to work, leaving instructions that she was to behave herself until I got home.
I did as much as I could on the bathroom fit, and I am now waiting for the joiner to do his bit, before I can finish the job. I was home just after lunchtime and took the dogs up to Binscarth. Taliscularis the big found a huge stick in the burn. It was too heavy for him to lift so he took out his frustration on it by digging it up and barking at it.