on a theme

from yesterday.  I had to hunt for these though.  I was hoping fungus would have sprouted up everywhere in 48 hours and be on a par with the Sandringham woods - not a chance but this trio was a lovely find.

Little Dog is not to be trusted.  She's had a couple of exceptionally minor run-ins with dogs on lane near the house. It seems to be embedded in her brain.  Today, walking along the alleyway that we've walked almost daily for eleven years, with no dogs around and nothing to spook her, I took her off the lead to let her sniff in her own time.  She took that as an opportunity to start legging it home.  It was a chance turn around and me at the ready with her ball poised that stopped her in her tracks.

Monkey. Daft. Illogical.
That's my girl!