We park down by the old mill. A sign pasted on the wall of the primary school says that there will be a 'flooding exercise' on Thursday afternoon at three. From the way the water is lapping at the quayside they'd better think of holding it as soon as possible. The woman at the lettuce stall isn't worried. '' Haven't had a flood here since 1923". She then pauses and adds somewhat mysteriously " Of course it all depends on what you call a flood ".
Sophie returns home to play frisbee with her brother. A game that goes on and on and on . Sophie is good at catching the frisbee, Bob less good. Looking at them reminds me that dogs are quarts of unadulterated happiness poured into pint pots.
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Hooray for Sophie. Evidently nobody ever told her that boys were supposed to be better at catching!
Love the two-bodied, one-headed PON photo!
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
Little petal Sophie! Perhaps Bob will catch on soon.
The last action photo of Sophie with the frisbee in her mouth paints of a picture of "true unadulterated happiness."
I hope the floods stay away! So true about dogs and happiness!
I love the shots of them playing! little furry feet in the air and punk rock hair in motion!!! LOL. perfection. puppy perfection.
It's so green there!
Here we're all brown and grey.
Look at Sophie's proud prance!
Well done, beautiful girl!
In Somerset it means making sure your house won't be burgled whilst you've evacuated.
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