Tuesday, December 17, 2013
As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.
Eight in the morning. Our first walk of the day. At the foot of the hill Bob charges into the middle of the cold stream and has a long, noisy, drink. Sophie stands carefully on the dry ground at the streams edge and slurps. Wet paws are not her thing. When it comes to icy water brother and sister are very different characters. Or as Sophie might put it : " We're as different as beauty and the beast ". To prove her point the little 'beauty' triumphantly drags the remnants of a long dead, and now partly mummified, crow into the back of the car.