the boys and Pluto.

Went back to Silver Fish this afternoon. Sat for the first twenty minutes through a torrential downpour. was our intrepidness dented. It surely was. Pluto may have gone out but I wasn't going to. Looked into the field when it was over. It was a sea of white. Sheep everywhere.

We went on to Bradney. The boys car was there. One mention of BJ's name and Pluto was off searching for scent. We were near the picnic area when we met them on their way back. I sat with Annette for five minutes while they played and asked about Bob. Fixing a gutter on their garage.

Picnic areas.



I decided that I had walked far enough for one day and returned with them. The dogs played quite nicely as I told Annette an abreviated version of my life-story. We met the fishermen again. On the mornings walk we had watched them land a Pike. It bit the man landing it. Enough to draw blood. We watched as they photographed it then put it back.

I've decided to post a pic or two of my face. You never know who may be looking in.