My name is a dog

We have a tradition of name places for big family gatherings.  Various artistic children have drawn them over the years.  At brother Jonathan’s house my name’s iconography was deemed out of date - I think it was a bit BBC specific - so nephew Seb drew me a Woody with an even more elongated body than actual. 

We had dinner there to welcome @xtoph1 to the South Country although with out SiL Sarah who was unwell. 

For the rest of the day I walked in the morning without dog and then did various errands in Petersfield and worked in the barn trying to get prepped for the next few days in Glasgow.  V and Woody came home from Bristol at lunchtime.