When you've been walking so long

So today was the Boxing Day Walk.  Cept it wasn't boxing day. 

I explained to Tooli that I like Benches.  Benches are my Bench Mark .

I identify a bench, and that is where I walk to. 

Sadly, Tooli was not in agreement with me in relation to the benches.  Apparently the whole idea of a walk is to walk, not to sit on the benches. 

I managed to get her to sit down on this one though. 

We were being entertained by a man walking many dogs all related to each other, and the smallest one of the pack, attacking (playfully) a St Bernard. 

The poor St Bernard was confounded.   

Also - see extra - Beau Cat twinkling last night, being spied on by a dodgy looking geezer through the blinds.