Back to the old bridge

The concrete was delivered today. Fat Satan thought it was his nemesis. I took him and the whippet down to Haddy to do the old walk, including the metal bridge and the grave yard, where the whippet bolted off looking for rabbits. 

Unfortunately the concrete still wasn't down when we got back so we had to endure a few hours of him being apoplectic with rage while we both tried to work. I gave up in the end and booked some flights to Mallorca.