Oops moment

I left a little red heart here on Tuesday when I took dog-nephew Merlin to my sister’s field. The young oak has the ashes of dog-niece Molly scattered around and a memorial stone for her previous dog Rosie.

I didn’t think anymore about it until Martin sent me a message asking if I’d made my sister cry. He’d seen her post on facebook asking if anyone knew how it had got there. Once the mystery was explained she realised my intentions were good so I am forgiven for stirring up her grief.

On a lighter note my attempts to photograph Storm in his new harness were thwarted by Piggy having the zoomies. I’ll try again tomorrow.