After a night wrestling with terrified dog because selfish b*****ds think its fun to let off fireworks in large quantities at midnight, we set off for  walk followed by lunch at pub. It was hot out, layers were shed as we walked.
Dog rolled in large portion of poo within minutes of starting the walk and then we lost the dog lead. A quick rub down and picking off the worst bits of poo and we were just about fit to enter the (very dog friendly) pub.
Back to Sizergh Castle visitor centre after lunch and someone had handed in the lead. Dog about to have a bath.
An evening reading Jonathan Coe's Middle England ahead. 

When one writes stuff like this it makes life seem so facile, which it isn't. Other stuff happens, there are undercurrents all the time.