Sophie is still keeping close tabs on me.
She trots out of the house and stands, carefully positioned by the gate, to make sure I don't make a dash for freedom.
As we head off along the track that leads to the sea she turns with an undeniable 'Just when you thought you'd got them trained they wander ' feistiness in her look.
Down on the beach a dead herring attracts her attention. This enables Angus to wander on ahead.
The good weather brings out the students. At the good coffee cafe all the outside seats are already taken. The weather is once again in one of its well behaved wet at night sunny and dry during the day moods.
Angus wanted to go to this exhibition in the Wallace Collection on Manchester Square but he got the dates wrong :https://www.wallacecollection.org/art/exhibitions-displays/portraits-of-dogs-from-gainsborough-to-hockney/ This, for reasons that may be apparent, is my favourite :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cK-N7m12F1A