Walking

Django was rather better this morning, and running up and down stairs by midday. So, this evening, I took him out for a walk in the Estate. No ball. No running. However, he still knows how to pose for the camera... The heavy rain yesterday and, at times today, meant that there was a good flow of water in Water Willie's spring, and it was a somewhat damp walk. 

Earlier, for once, I'd followed the last 2-3 hours of the Tour de France stage, marvelling at the subtle dynamic of a stage. Chapeau Ben O'Connor! Following stages on scorching afternoons has been a daily ritual on my visits to France, but not this year. The chaos of flight cancellations and changes on entrance requirements and quarantine mean that I'll be staying here when A and K go to France on Friday.