Home again

Breakfast by the river this morning. What a treat. Watching the dogs (well, not Rufus) pottering about by the river, playing their own wee doggie versions of Pooh sticks. Archie has been on the go all day, every day, exploring the cottage grounds, but mainly the riverbank.

After breakfast, then after morning tea, we reluctantly packed up and came home. It was promising to be the warmest, sunniest day, but hey - nice for a drive, via Dunkeld for another ice cream.

Archie was happy enough to play with his raggedy old ball in the back garden again, but I think he'll be dreaming of the river tonight. So will I...

PS Archie wasn't sick in the car AT ALL! Yay!