I have just walked the dogs round ‘our quarry’ (above) and didn’t see another soul.
The crows were crawking (crowing doesn’t quite describe their call) from the rock face crevices at the disturbance as both mutts were plodding ahead ready to do their business.
Although grey and overcast, it’s a warm pleasant day, and I didn’t need my hat or gloves.
Hubby walked the dogs there yesterday as our friend hasn’t been up to any walks at all, short or otherwise, for over a month. Fluid in one lung is causing him breathlessness at the slightest exertion and we are hoping today that the professionals are going to sort it out as he has been waiting weeks for an appointment. When Hubs got back, he said that he had found some survey markers, so it looks like the proposed holiday complex is ‘a go’. Damn!!
Maggie has always been a little particular where she poos, (she prefers grass) but today she was obviously embarrassed being in male company and wanted to ‘be alone’ for the deed.
She ended up hiding behind a clutch of grassy reeds growing in the centre of a mossy patch on the tarmac, all the while keeping a watchful eye out for ‘him’ should he come too close. Dogs are so funny sometimes!
I still hold third position in the car stakes, but at least today I was in the driver’s seat of our friend’s car. The end result is I am enjoying a cup of coffee and two contented dogs are snoozing away, one on the floor, the other in a chair. No prizes for guessing who is where.
Hubby has rung to say our friend has had his lung drained and is due for a CT scan later this afternoon so he is staying with him. No point in coming back only to return and collect him in a couple of hours. Besides, they’ve found the bacon butty stall!