Walk with Fudge

The news about friend June's husband, Laurie,  was not good when she phoned yesterday, and their two sons had arrived from opposite ends of the country to be with their dad and support their mum. 

I wanted to help in some way, so I baked a batch of shortbread this morning and took it over to June's this afternoon, left it on a bench in the garden and asked if Fudge could come for a walk with me. It was very warm.

It was lovely for me to have company on my walk for a change, even if Fudge refused to look at the camera for my blip.