Bex's beck

We're here quite frequently and as you can see by the wet paw prints, Little Dog is still keen to dip her toes despite the weather cooling off.  
We timed it well to shelter under a rock as a heavy shower came over and enjoyed watching a rainbow below as it drifted by.

Before our moors walk, I had a Sensible September ride, only just breaking 10 miles.  Little Dog eyed me suspiciously from the top of the stairs when I came back through the front door, probably wondering if I'd forgotten something and was heading back out.  

I met David and Veronica today who I turned round to find chasing me up the moors.  Their lovely dog, Buster, died a few months back and, it's only today I learnt their names.  It's always been Buster's dad.  I shared their sadness wholeheartedly.