A car came down the hill behind me and the driver waved in a friendly manner, to show that she was going to take the driveway just ahead, so I broke into a run so as not to hold her up. Running was fun, so I ran faster and faster, until I was running down the hill madly, as fast as I can run in wellington boots, with Brythen bounding delightedly ahead of me.
Rosie did not bound. She did not run at all. She simply gave me a look from her enormous range of unimpressed looks, and walked a bit faster. Her fast walk is still faster than my fastest run...
