summertime

Yesterday we went over to Rooster and Sol's village and went for a walk downriver. They decided to teach me the rudiments of swimming although I still wouldn't go in further than belly depth. Rooster is not as fast as he used to be, but still swims a mean water-fetch. But mostly we all stood around in the water - dogs and people - and I did my best to get everyone's trousers wet.



I have to show you this picture of Sol running, even though it's blurry. He's amazing. He's so huge and so fast, and as he hurtles by his feet thunder on the ground. I've a bit of a crush on him, so whenever I'm on a walk and see lurchers in the distance I go crazy thinking it might be him. So far he kindly tolerates me but seems to find my beard-pulling antics childish and annoying. But a girl can dream....



My final act of the day was to be sick in the pub garden because I had eaten too much cow poo. Better out than in, as they say.