Saturday, 24 May 2014


Last week we walked, Dooley, Evie and I, to the village and school across the fields. It was misty on the way there but by 9 o'clock the sun was glorious. I grew up in this village and at Evie's age I would spend hours with Bonnie, our black labrador, in the meadows near our house. Full of wild flowers, willow trees and a babbling stream, it was idyllic.

It still is.

I couldn't resist taking Doo there, 40 years on. My black dog and I stood in the same stream, in the same place, beneath the same willows. 'That one's for you, Bon,' I said, as we walked away. It was the perfect moment.

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