Morning walk, 23rd July 2012
Sun! Apologies for those of you in the north who have none.
Here is a picture of my shadow. There is no picture of what happened next. One moment I was striding along after the dog, the next I was face down in the wet grass. The camera was sodden, I was a tad damp, and deeply, deeply grateful that my plummet had avoided the very fresh dog poo and the squashed fox poo not that far from my face. Dog was utterly unconcerned by my disappearance. Obviously photographing the floor, she thought.
Now upright again and setting off after the distant blonde blob that is the dog.