With the lamps charged and dogs at the ready, it was time to set off into the night. Well almost, see it's hard for me to leave a roaring fire, and even harder it seems for the dogs who lay on the rug still as can be, with the odd twitch in their bodies, dreaming maybe or just a sign of bloody too much comfort.
I await for my friend Joe to arrive with his collie/Greyhound called Snowie. Shes a fine bitch, nippy and steady as can be. I like her style of running, which is very low to the ground, a young dog and doing really well.
Fresh coffee in the perculator, I sit on my stool adding