As Europe reportedly basks in temperatures that cause the inhabitants to wilt, we have a bracing 14C, rain, and a strong SE wind. It didn't feel much like July but once you have all the wet weather gear on you realise it's warm under all those layers.
I was greeted this morning by a hearty " Where's your dog?". I thought it was someone who had known Trooper but it transpired to be a rye comment on the total absence of anyone except dog-walkers on a foul morning such as this. Dog-walkers and me; A Scottish West-coaster who needs to get wet now and again to feel alive.
Last night Daisy very reluctantly went out to the garden in the rain - she'll have to learn to enjoy it or she's in for a miserable time!
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