Webbed

A cold and misty start with dewy webs across the garden and on our first walk. Home to work whilst Bailey pottered and then followed the sun when it appeared. The usual Sunday jobs, including traumatising Bailey with the lawnmower and trying to avoid his help with the ironing. We did go over to the quarry this afternoon but the peace was broken by the trial bikes buzzing around so Bailey's freedom was limited. He tired himself out enough to snore through most of the evening though.