We have been out on the moor with the dogs for the first time in almost a week. DMs pedometer on his phone says that we walked about seven thousand paces today. Compared to the last few days that’s a tiny number – we’ve been averaging more than 20,000 while we’ve been away. Compared to the dogs, that’s also rather poor – they race backwards and forwards covering many times more miles and paces than us.

Don’t you love Lola’s tongue? Sometimes (often) I wonder how they fit such huge tongues inside their mouths! Is it just me whose waking moments are filled with such strange thoughts?