It feels like it’s been raining forever.
It hasn’t, but it feels like it has. The paths where Charlie and I take our walks are covered in puddles and masses of thick, sticky mud.
Charlie only has little legs, but he battles through it all. He brings a fair amount of mud back home with him though. And so far he hasn’t worked out that going for a walk means suffering a bath afterwards!
So it’s nice to look back through my phone and remember that it wasn’t so very long ago that I took a photo like this.
This is my kind of winter morning – crisp cold air, blue sky, and the fluffy white clouds reflected in the water of the Newport Canal.
When the canal looks like this, I can cope with washing even more mud off Charlie yet again…