Velvet Shank

The (only) benefit of being up before the dawn with a hyper puppy is that first thing seems to have been the very limited best bit of the day recently. Where is winter?

A surprise frost in the woods, but by the time we set off for Lytham St. Anne's (yuck) it had all turned grey and mizzly. When we returned home this evening it was peasoup fog. Betwixt a lovely catch up with Aunt C, some odd jobs done that she couldn't face and a walk on the beach with a gazillion other dogs. Missy was a bit overwhelmed, but she did very well all things considered. Until she tried to eat the cafe's chairs. .