Cruising with my home dawgs

As I turned off the road and on to the farm track, the whippet decided she fancied getting in the front with me. She's never done that in the past ten years so not sure what that was about. Fat Satan seemed unsure too.

Good to have them home again. And good to have Scott and Kath round for lunch too before they took Mrs S in to the hospice to see her Mum again.

Quiet night, reading and catching up on the Tour.