Monday morning. Sophie is up and out early. She stops digging for moles and watches the sun rise. For the briefest of moments the fur on her flanks flames red against the darkness.
Later, on our way down to the little waterfall, Bob stops and stares at a Jay eating berries on a branch. Neither dog nor Jay are in a hurry to move on.
In a world of quarter truths the honesty of a morning like this and the chance to walk in beauty makes me breathe deep.
And were there ever words of Shakespeare so timely ? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjEAeOshUGQ