Somewhere along here there is a partridge. Her nose was telling her it had run this way a few moments before and a thorough investigation was required... she returned, reluctantly and soaked through with goose grass (sticky willy ) matted into her fur. The partridge was long gone evidently.
I managed to take my walk in glorious sunshine late this afternoon after torrential rain which had lasted most of the day. We had asked friends to join us for a barbecue tonight but having seen the forecast we diverted to a local pub instead saving the joy of a barbecue for nicer weather later in the summer.