Red sky in the morning ......

It's dry when Sophie heads out on her start of day comfort break .The morning sunrise signals what's in store for us.... real 'Red sky in the morning' weather. We look at the deer. The deer look at us.  After that the skies open. Solid, unrelenting rain . 

Sophie is delighted that there are deep puddles to dance in. What joy it is to stand in the middle of a puddle, in a gale, while your human companion urgently tries to coax you home. This is dawdling weather and a time to feign clinical deafness.. and obstinacy. Getting soaked is part of life.  All of our PONs have demonstrated this indifference to the elements coupled to an enthusiasm for venturing out at the absolute height of the storm.  A large pile of dog towels is now positioned, strategically, in the porch. Sophie's double layer coat can absorb her body weight in water and given half a chance she'd bring it all indoors before shaking herself dry. 

It's been a busy week. We have met with all sorts of tradesmen but have made less progress on the house than we'd planned.  This coming  week we hope to get the curtain people here to measure and talk through the designs for the new front and back extensions with the architect. We both had our Covid and flu injections. One in each arm. I'd somehow thought that they would have been combined into one injection. 'The Font' had slight soreness but it soon disappeared.

Angus, who has never had a reaction to anything in his life, was at first 100%, but the next morning  felt a bit yeugh. He skipped lunch ( unheard of ). By mid-afternoon climbing the stairs was an ordeal. Early into bed and fifteen hours of solid, uninterruptable sleep .The next morning the symptoms had entirely gone . Was it the Covid jab or the flu jab that was responsible ?

Travelling to London is now so, so easy. The station is fifteen minutes away and the local airport twenty. The train via Edinburgh takes  just under five and a half hours and the plane ( only one crack of dawn flight a day in one of those antique things with two engines at the back)  from front door to city centre is three and a half . In future I'll probably get a train that gets in mid-afternoon and then  return at lunchtime the next day. Both ways by train doesn't leave much time to get anything done.

Angus would like to do this. 'The Font' is less enthusiastic :https://overlandyukon.com/