Black and white...

Well it's rough out there... so rough that I went on a very dull walk where I couldn't have frisbees. There were sheep. Lots and lots of sheep.

And I was restrained...

...by a lead.

Thanks for all your comments yesterday. They are a very obliging pair sometimes. I do often think to myself that it's a good job this journal isn't called Mabel (ever so slightly unstable) and following the life of our old dog. She always behaved as if the camera was stealing her soul. There would have been a lot of bottoms and tails!!