Dog on the Path

It was inevitable that after all that wonderful rain this morning that refreshed gardens and fields, that the moisture should start to evaporate and accumulate as mist.

I wanted to capture a view of the trees of the Outwoods looming through the mist from Nanpantan Sports Ground, but the mist had become too thick.

Instead, I found a cross path and was taking a photo of the cow parsley when this dog appeared. He had a 'hang dog' demeanour, poor fellow. His master approached, put him on a lead and they took off for the sports field where Basil was already running around under Len's watchful eye.

We'd returned from Loughborough where I'd gone to see the physio and then we'd gone for a chat with Aziz. Aziz looked remarkably fresh for someone observing Ramadan hours.

Full marks at the physio. I'm to try walking with just one crutch and can jettison the surgical stockings next week and start driving the week after. I'm walking very well apparently. Alas, no remedy for the nights of broken sleep other than 'grin and bear it.' It will, I was assured, get better.

The serialisation of Wuthering Heights concluded on Radio 4 today. I've been drawn to it over the last two weeks because I'm a dreadful romantic and because the drama stayed very close to the book.