Home Alone

I’m on my own for the next couple of days, besides for the dog who doesn’t say much except when it’s time to walk or eat. Ann has gone down to the chalet to get it ready for the new season. At least it has a complete roof now, the repairs having been done following the storms.

So we went on our usual walk this morning, then this afternoon I thought I’d wear him out by taking a longer walk by Holy Trinity Church and the river. It also gave me the opportunity to take some snaps, one-handed, with Dills trying to drag me away as I held him with the other.

Frittata, salmon and salad for tea I think. Then settle down for an evening of catch-up TV and Masterchef.