Friday 2nd September, am.

Ruby is such a sweet pupster: she's forever young! There is not one aspect of her that seems 3+ years. Yesterday, once we returned from depositing Archie and Lola, she wriggled and messed about on the bed hysterically. Now she's by my side on the small sofa put aside for her in the kitchen/dining room. The previous two nights, with either Archie or Lola here, she spent the morning upstairs on mummy's bed.

Yesterday afternoon we walked across The Stray together and came into Harrogate a direction parallel to the railway tracks, more towards the Odean than I expected on Homestead Road. Valuable to discover because Harrogate offers little else to me other than around 6 places to stop for a half and a doggy biscuit (although Major Tom's doesn't provide them and it's not open prior to 4pm on a Thursday). 8 beers then back in the number 7. No more Harrogate... Lola, Ruby and I are off on an adventure Saturday morning, but no further than the causeway bridge over The Crimple in Spofforth (to check on the apples).