Border patrol

Last night we came back from the ferry terminal with our weekend visitors to find a rabbit hopping up our drive. She'd been eating windfall apples. Our border collie patrol was sleeping on the job. I guess we can excuse a 14 year old, deaf and doddery borderline collie.

We have at least kept the deer out. There were hoof prints in front of our gate, but no sign if them inside the fortress.

We've had a delightful but lazy morning, lingering over breakfast and, in my case, drinking too much coffee if that's even possible.