... to say nothing of the dog

A walk along the River Avon this evening saw a group of canoeists having fun at the weir.  The dog had clearly travelled down river with them and seemed to be having a ball running along at the top of the weir.  We kept fearing that there would be a sudden yelp and a glimpse of dog heading rapidly downstream in need of rescue, but he seemed quite sure footed and in no danger.

Daughter Jess and her boyfriend James have stopped with us overnight, on their way back to Nottingham after a holiday surfing and windsurfing in Dorset, Devon and Cornwall.  No doubt they will be relieved that I haven't blipped them :-)