My houseguest

Fouter arrived last night with bed, baggage and his own wee backpack.  

I had forgotten what it was like to be out with a dog who walks at least three times faster than I do ….. my right arm will probably be a few inches longer by the time he goes home next Sunday.

At the moment he is lying on the settee keeping the small of my back lovely and warm.

Very windy this afternoon and I’m watching the branches of my acer swaying and trying hard to shake off the leaves but at the moment the leaves are still clinging on tight.