This may just be the best day in my entire life.
Breakfast al fresco then a l-o-n-g walk on the waggonway, rooting about in the undergrowth, berries bursting out all over, a romp in a wheat field, cooling off in a muddy puddle – then, a complete surprise, proper Sunday lunch in the pub. Oh, it was bliss. I am such a lucky dog.
We were out for more than three hours in glorious sunshine and when I got home I was bushed; all I needed was sleep. Complete contrast to yesterday when it rained all day and we were tucked indoors, lights blazing, after a brief foray. Both of us were dripping wet and I was banished to my bed with my Surf Dog robe until I dried out enough to be allowed on carpet.
After the puddle my mum threatened she would hose me down when we got home but it was so warm, and such a long time before we got back to the house, that I had dried out completely, the mud had turned to dust and fallen off.
Wonder if we will go to the pub for lunch next Sunday?
Lunches at The Fat Ox, Whitley Bay.