Where’s a portrait painter when I need one?

Backblip from yesterday’s walk at Hardwick to this handsome beast, who is obviously well aware just how beautiful he or she is. Also happy for a head scratch! I reckon George Stubbs would have been sketching him or her.

It’s been too wet to go out today so I’ve started a batch of marmalade, made a small effort on my tax returns, cooked, tidied and now I’m knitting with Mystery Road: Origin on iplayer. That all equals a good day.