Rocky Mountain climber

Felt like Spring today.  It was really warm, and the sun was shining, so we loaded up Big Suzie, the new car, and headed up to G's Mum and Dad's place for a bit of lunch. 

Rocky loves it up there, as he can run around with their wee dog, Scara, and he can occasionally have a run at a hen or one of the goats, just for the hell of it. 

Unknown to him, in this photo, they are playing on the site where all the previous dogs have been buried.  His own predecessor, our lovely old Brewster, lies here in a spot marked with a particularly nice piece of driftwood which he picked up on St. Andrew's beach.  Beside him lies his mother Nelly, and beside her old Woody, a cross Jack Russell / Whippet. 

Wine was consumed, lunch was had, and the world put to rights before we headed back down the road for tea.  I do love a Sunday, and best of all - I'm on a day off tomorrow, yippee!

PS - I put up a couple of backblips.