Sun

Back to work with very little sun on the skin opportunities. It seems that this chap had suffered the same kind of day and was taking it where he could find it.

When I finally got home J9 was off out 15 minutes later with some friends on another course so I saddled up the mutts and we popped out to catch the evening sun. We had nearly two hours of the last warm rays, operatic blackbirds in the hawthorn and even a sighting of a Jay.

Now its Giles Peterson providing the tunes, the dogs providing a snoring backbeat and the fridge providing the refreshments. I do love light evenings.