So, we have waited patiently and, at last, our English summer seems to have arrived. (When my sister and her granddaughter were staying two weeks ago, it was cold, grey, wet and miserable.) I walked this afternoon with friends whose Patterdale terriers are regular guests here, together with my Labrador, the Edinburgh Boy, and the current guest dog, a blue merle collie.
My friends took me on a walk that, despite being just three miles from home, was completely new to me. It reminded me (because sometimes we all need reminding why we have made the choices that we have) just why I moved here thirteen years ago.
We walked, talked, played with the dogs, and breathed in our surroundings.
Then we went back for tea and chocolate brownies and ice cream and talked some more . . .
