What a day for a meteorologist, the weather threw everything at us - bitingly cold winds, snow, sleet and torrential hail, brilliant sunshine, and a fiery sunset. Gus and I got to the prom just in time to see it disappearing, and I didn't have to leave work early.
The route up the Helm at lunchtime was almost flowing with mud after all the precipitation these last few days. Gus and Rowan were coated in it. The miracle of dogs is that an hour later they were gleaming clean again.