Lovely

morning walking my brother's adorable, but boisterous dog by the River Stour. He's a labradinger or springador depending on your preference, either way he is a handfull.

I don't visit my brother enough, but when I do I always like to walk in the meadows by the River, it's a busy place: dog walker's, cyclists, anglers and canoists to name a few.

It was a lovely, sunny day. Tea-making followed and then the afternoon at cricket.

That was the good part, then followed the three and a half hour journey home and a meeting that brought heartache, but hey you can't have everything. Two flames were extinguished that night, the Olympic flame and the one in my heart.