Sunday 23 February 2014

Sunday

So after a tense but exciting Friday evening watching Wales beat France (hurrah!) and then an extra tense Saturday afternoon watching England beat Ireland (no comment in case Dad reads this) it was time this morning to put the rugby away and go a walk.

While Murphy, with his sore but much improved poorly leg, took Dad (with a sore throat and cold) around the village Mum and I went to Clumber for a very enjoyable walk.  Mum said she was going to be brave and let me off my lead but it was quite windy and she says that makes me a bit skittish - I think she means I ignore her more than usual!

Good fun was had by all, even me when this pesky feather crossed my path.