This dog…

…has mislaid two legs and most of her body.

In order to remove myself from the temptation of trampling the sodden garden now that the sunshine has returned, we headed off for a long walk up onto the tops after lunch.

That was the plan.

After three quarters of an hour puffing uphill we met the extra and were thwarted.

I decided not to pick a fight with fate, nor risk getting wet legs. We turned round and came home.

The remainder of the afternoon was spent in the study with a good book (Mima) and a sunny spot supplemented by the warmth of the woodstove (Bean).

It was a splendid alternative.