Sunday morning.

As usual we go for our walk together in the park. It's nearly 8 am, and I'm a bit later than usual having had more computery things to attend to than I normally do.

It's a cool 1 C, and there is a tiny bit of frost on car roofs and on the ground. I welcome this as it means Billy won't return home with mud up to his elbows. Without a frost the ground is 'muddy', and no grass has grown since our return last September.

I can never understand why other dog owners seem to stay in bed on Sundays. Dogs have their routines, and simply because it's Sunday means nothing to them. They want their morning's walk exactly as on all other days of the week. However, the 'Peace Garden' was pleasantly empty.

Billy would probably have preferred one of his chums to play with, but there was none.

Just after I took the first photo, the sun returned and everything cheered. It was a beautiful chilly morning with crisp lung-cooling air. I wore my gloves, but wished I hadn't. Billy chased Seagulls and Magpies; he really loves to make them fly. Occasionally a Seagull will return to 'buzz' him, but he ignores their protestations.

We returned via the churchyard. The church door was open and people were singing. There's a sign inside the entrance 'porch' that says 'No Dogs Allowed'. Very small minded.

All is well with the world.