Bunkered

The crowds have gone, leaving us locals the opportunity to walk the golf course once again.

So we did.

And we took the dogs with us. This is one of the hazards on the course and this is Mr G raking away the dog footprints left by Rocket and Radar.

But that's not the only thing the little bastards hooligans did.

Radar jumped into the burn and chased a duck within an inch of its life.

Mr G had to jump into the burn to catch Radar and help the duck to escape.

And Rocket wasn't much better, splashing around and egging her sister on.

Poor Mr G squelched back to the car and away home and the unmentionables have been scolded and sent to bed without any supper.