The Knoll

We had a very late night last night as it turned out. Also, our boys have woken this morning with their respective colds apparently kicking in harder than ever. About a third of L's year at school are absent through this horrid cold that is doing the rounds.

Not a day for doing much. M and I threw Bruce and Caley over the back garden fence in to the newly vacated (by sheep) field and their walk continued from here. By the time you have lapped the field or gained the hill beyond a good few calories have been consumed.

While it is a few weeks since our last tramp here Caley has the uncanny knack of recalling where he last dropped his favourite stick. He seems to think someone should be able to throw it for him and the trick is to distract with a better (infinitely smaller) twig.

As you can imagine a clatter from this post on the leg could result in some very loud swear words echoing around the hills.