Our Last Sunday

We wanted a final walk over Roundway Hill but there was some hold up in town.

In the end we went along the Caen Flight and Millie had a spontaneous swim. It seemed to rejuvenate her and she was all puppy like.

Back home and Millie curled up and slept.

Clive collected M-in-L for lunch and then it was time for Flo to leave for London.

Millie was Flo's 13th birthday present, almost 14 years ago, and she always called her, "my puppy". Florence left in a flood of tears.