I Love my friends, our sons, my cheeky little woof, and my friends amazing flying, bouncing dog.
A little out of focus, because she genuinely moves like a bullet. This was after a 14k clamber up a a rock river and I do mean river and not riverbank.
She and my fluffy kid were alive with excitement all day. Whole bodies wagging continually. Unending Jumping, swimming, sniffing and making new friends.
I actually think my dog may be a little down now we are home. Poor pup, lol.
I think he misses his big long legged girlfriend. He looks sad…. Not to mention a bit knackered/exhausted from all the adventures.
Here she comes, flying through the air. So funny!
I don’t know quite how she landed in black and white ?
This view struck me as a perfect example of what seems to me to be a quintessentially British village.
It reminded me somehow of a trip through time. My mind instantly Imaging it’s progression from conception to the present day.
So i had a little play.
This is almost how I pictured it. The first looks like a post war photo, don’t you think? Or the village out of Bedknobs and Broomsticks. Lol