There's no getting away from it, one of my dogs is a bit more photogenic than the other one. Poor Brythen, he's such a nice dog. But not quite so pretty as the Roo. The spring flowers are long gone and the woods are now green and full of ferns, long dark shadows and sunbeams.
Looking out from our destination over a cream tea, back along the valley to where we started.
Brythen was very good until almost then end, and then he was NOT very good. He ran off and disappeared for about 15 minutes, and when he came back he was PLASTERED with bright orange mud. I think he must have fallen into a bog and only extricated himself with difficulty. Cleaning Brythen is difficult, for he has a terrible fear of hosepipes and towels and will turn into a terrified whirling dervish if either comes near, so I have done my best with kitchen paper and foaming dog shampoo, and I think I'll try and shove him in the pond this evening.