One man and his dog

And a bottle of pop, "pop!"...not going to mow a meadow. Walking a dog back to its home after our annual family BBQ. It belongs to my niece who sort of wasn't expecting to be expected to walk it home and was wearing the wrong sort of shoes. As we'd basically sat on our behinds pretty much all day - in the car and at said BBQ we volunteered to do the honours. Plus for a myriad of reasons we don't have a dog and are both quite keen on them so it was lovely to borrow one for a bit.

Not much else to report except a lovely day has been had by all and the sun has even managed to shine and it has stayed dry and bright which wasn't quite what we were expecting but was very welcomed.

Lesley x