Ditched

I wakened up to a dull and dismal day, but as it has gone on, it has become better and better - the sun is out and there is a warm breeze.

Dimairt and I went for our "usual" walk in Melvaig, and he had great fun chasing the stick in and our of the river and sea. But it was a bit hot for the poor old boy, and he just lay down in the ditch to cool down.

Of course, he was then as black as the Earl of Hell's waistcoat, so had to go back in the river.

He is now one very clean boy.