Wrinkled

I had just asked Bean if she wanted a drink of water. She looked at me as if I’d offered her a treat.

Apologies that the image is slightly out of focus, but her inquisitive look is so sweet, I couldn’t not blip it.

She has the most amazing wrinkles on her face which only occasionally go on view. If only my wrinkles would come and go like hers.

We had a good walk at Bortons Pond and as usual we saw nobody else. Admittedly it wasn’t the best day for being out and about with more ground-level clouds. But it wasn’t cold.

I worked in K’s garden all morning and we walked most of the afternoon. So that’s another day that has whizzed past. Where does the time go?