Spud the dog thinks it is a very good Friday as he is home from kennels, he’s been simply dizzy with delight. He is now exhausted and crashed out on the sofa, snoring loudly.
We came home from York yesterday evening, too late to collect Spud, but an easy journey home, for the eve of a bank holiday.
It has been glorious here today. After a cold and frosty start
But the sun and blue skies melted it all away. The spring flowers like the birds are just singing.
I’m not sure next door’s cockerel is too chuffed at the return of Spud, I think he’d been making a move on our chickens in his absence. Spud pointed him off in the right direction, again
Have another flower or two, there are plenty to go round.