Shooters Hill

This afternoon we gave the dog a lovely run up Shooters Hill. The mist was gorgeous, the light through the trees, the copper leaves, the fallen trunks, the icy paths ...

Wood pile at the local community farm at Shooters Hill

Took this photo on Sunday. I liked the textures. There were robins hopping in and out of the wood piles. Later I bought two freshly laid eggs. That was all they had. Not robins eggs by the way, that would be illegal.

Shooters Hill

Andy came round for a nice walk and a chat on Sunday morning and we took the dog up to Shooters Hill for a special outing. It was very hot and I was wearing a fleecy jacket that was far too hot. I dropped a glove at the bus stop and found it on the way back. Phew! Here's a picture of the dog on his day out. In this picture it looks like his legs are really short. They're not.