Home again

We took the coast road on the way back, though we were wrapped in mist the whole way. Until, funnily enough, we got over the border into Scotland, where it was like a summer's day.

We stopped off at Beadnell, where I watched wind surfers for ages, until my fingers wouldn't work any more and my eyes were streaming.

There was a wee fox terrier, wearing a fluorescent jacket, who charged up and down the beach barking and following his master, who was wind surfing up and down. What good exercise! For both of them. This chap had just pumped the frame of the sail with air, ready for take off.

Getting back into the city proved troublesome - diversions and roads closed (including Holyrood Park, of course, it being Sunday), which took us longer than anticipated - I was beginning to worry about not making the start of the rugby (Scotland/Wales)! But as I rushed in and put the TV on, the anthems were just being played. Good timing! Though, of course, the usual disappointing result...

Archie has had a wonderful time, I think. Lots of walks up Blackford Hill, with another wee doggy pal (a beagle) who is not allowed off the lead on the hill because he runs away. Archie is zonked out on the sofa as we speak. He's plumper, smellier, full of knots and twiglets - his grooming regime is sadly neglected when he's not with us... He never makes much of a fuss when we pick him up - he goes more crazy when we come home from a wee pop to the shops! And he goes absolutely berserk when JR comes home from work. I think he likes to play it cool after we've 'abandoned' him. Or maybe he's sulking...

Nice to be back home again, with lots of TV to catch up on, including the final of Spiral, and a couple of promising looking ones starting tonight.

The diet starts now...

Or, to be more accurate, once all the various stashed treats are disposed of - nuts, crisps, choccie biscuits...