But it was a bit hot for Brythen, who is more greyhound and less saluki-sunlover, and was already starting to pant, so we dived into the woods. It's amazing how much better-behaved they are when it's hot. They came when I called every time!
Brythen under a tree, Rosie in the sun in the teagarden, waiting for cheese scones.
I think I alarmed a visitor from London with my scruffy old t-shirt, lurchers and very ancient crocs. She identified me at first glance as a local, looked me up and down, and sternly told her husband to hide their Harrods bag under the table. :-D