We took Holly out for wee look at Loch Lomond today. Lovely day for it of course, with the rain, wind, grey of various hues and velocities. She was unmoved I fear.
However, true to the old wives tale the fresh air did tire her out and she had a good long kip. Consquently we had time to watch enough telly to find out that it’s not as good as people make out.
She is in there.