Morning walk, 27th July

No FPIs, no HABs, sky monsters, other dogs. Just one tripping incident. And everything being rather blowsy, and dripping wet from the dew. Thank goodness I still haven't got round to buying replacements for my split wellies. Nothing like a cold, wet foot to reassure you that all is right with the world.


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