A grey day...

...in Berwick. Grey, damp and cold - the sort of day when the sun never breaks through the mist. On Spittal beach late this afternoon it looked as though we were walking in a rather muted watercolour painting.

We'd been to the vet with Louie. Thankfully, the nasty looking lump on his chest that we've been worrying about for a couple of weeks is nothing sinister - just a cyst that's become infected. We came away with some antiseptic wash and some antiseptic/steroid cream and, of course, a much lighter purse! Just as well I'm on holiday from Job No. 2 next week as Louie's a bit of a wimp - washing the lump and applying the lotion twice a day is a two-person job!