What was she thinking?

It was pleasantly warm and Whiskey had swum as much as walked around the reservoir at Fewston, being particularly well behaved. Very impressively, he responded to a call to come back when he dived in to join a family of ducks. Chasing after ducks is a passion of his but on seeing all the little baby ducklings he instinctively knew that it wasn't the occasion for playing his favourite game. 

Shenny offered Whiskey a lick of her ice-cream. 'Is that wise?' I asked. The answer was soon provided. Just two licks and it was gone. He needed to cool down.

My visit south has wiped me out. A break from writing has caused all my brain cogs to seize up. I no longer panic when this happens. I understand now that I just need down time. Apply a little lubrication and then wait for everything to start moving again. It's beginning to happen.