His master's voice

**blackblip**

A couple of photos of Gally – one docile in his home and one going manic over a stick in the extra. Fred, Heath and I went for a walk along Nairn beach, and Fred and I had a second walk up at Blackfold in the rain later in the day. I snapped a silhouetted stonechat that's not blipworthy, but a lovely memory all the same.