Remember the 'Scottish hurricane' we've had at the end of September?
I lay in my bed one Sunday morning while the gales were thrashing the first autumn leaves around the house. Still half in the land of Nod, I grumpily ruminated on how much I was not looking forward to dog walking when this image popped into my head.
I have named it 'The Perils of Dog Walking'. If the weather carries on so contrary, there might be other Perils to follow. Who knows what else I will encounter on my daily trudge out of the land of Nod.