The welcoming committee

Not.

In fact, it was more of a farewell committee (that's the polite version) as the dogs and I had encroached on their territory, the quarry field, during our morning walk. I was aware of them moving out of the way as we approached, and when I turned round they were all standing watching us go.

Freckle managed to find a stray golf ball as we passed the local Strathendrick Golf Course, but in the process got herself covered in sticky willy seeds. There has been much brushing in an attempt to dislodge them, but as their name implies, they aren't coming easily!

Happy weekend, blipmates.