You've been framed.

Des turned up at the gym this morning, and although I knew it was his birthday in August (the same as me)  I didn't realize he is 75 tomorrow. The weather has been abysmal, again, so I walked into the fields afterwards, and sheltered underneath the trees, so see what I could see. I love the dog peering through, on the other side of the river. I was hoping to dry my washing this afternoon, but there was no chance of that.