Tramping

down tracks through the machair to the beach. Bit of a murky day with rain clouds close by. Did that put us off? Not really...
Started with a run in the morning and little A decided to come too. So we set off with Shanty in tow... All going well and met a very friendly jack Russell sitting at the crossroads (could be a song in there) so friendly that she came for a run and followed us home. I thought the cattle grid might be her downfall but no she had it sussed, right to the door of our house. Shanty delighted with his new pal, D suggested we could just keep her, mum was just wanting her out. She was hastily bundled into the car and off up the road. 4 houses later I found out her name was Polly and she had an owner called Fairy. There are few places I have come across that can touch Western Isles nicknames. Polly safely home.