A treasure

It was a very soggy and cold walk this morning but the dogs didn't mind. I went back up to the high road and amongst all the tree felling debris Bruce very quickly found a treasure which he was determined to keep. He was so funny and kept skirting behind young pine trees which had escaped the cull and every time Cara approached him he darted the opposite way. He doesn't often carry a stick so this was obviously quite special to him. As we turned to return he inadvertently put the stick down and Cara, quick as a flash picked it up and dashed off with it, her tail high in the air in triumph. It brought a smile on an otherwise rather miserable walk.

Home now and the rain still falls but at least we are towelled down and dry and the kettle is on!