The sweet smell of wet dog

I know it's a cop out. Fred yet again! But it's tipping down with rain and I'm living on a building site.

I took almost a months worth of washing (there was a lot of recycling!) to a friends today. She's also a recent escapee of London and we talked about the pros and cons of town versus country...

While the washing machine did its stuff we took the dogs for a long walk in Ashdown Forest. Got absolutely soaked. Again.

So, here's Fred, sleeping on his bed with one ear cocked and the aroma of wet dog hanging in the air.