Downstairs dog

Allegedly a down stairs dog. It was very stormy during the night and when I woke up this morning Islay was asleep on the floor beside the bed. There was a window of good weather after breakfast and we had a decent walk if rather muddy to the old Kilmadock church yard.

An indoor afternoon as the wind took hold, Islay snoozing and me reading Rory Stewart’s Politics o the Edge, deliciously excoriating.

A lovely evening with sunshine and just a strong breeze. The extra is the view over the fields at the back of the house to Dumyat.