The day is gone.

Christmas Day fades away

And Boxing Day opens up with rain.

Yesterday Lola, Ruby and I had a lovely long walk, with a few off piste bits to keep them exhilarated, from Chestnut Avenue to The Bay Horse via Lime Kiln Lane and the Old Railway lines.

Up on the sides of the railway cutting there is a way, not so overgrown with brambles in Winter. Half way along they both had a spinning crazy moment, dashing everywhere in the leaf litter. Even Lola, with her poorly foot, was in the zone of extreme happiness: it was a joy to behold. They get on so well! Lola goes to some patch to scent mark, or just to check it out, and so does Ruby. Ruby went chasing seabirds as we crossed a field and Lola longed to do the same, but never can with that mangled limb...

This morning Ruby sleeps soundly in their bed.

Last night I heard what I thought was a nocturnal noise from Ruby so got her out of her crate and brought her, willingly, to her owners main bedroom: she builds herself a nest amongst the pillows and cushions

As I pour myself a coffee the rain bounces on the flat roof: it's a wet start to the second day of Christmas.