Postcards from Florence:
In Plessey Woods, Northumberland, with Harvey and our Beloveds yesterday. The river Blyth looks so tranquil, doesn't it?
A perfect stick - no, it's not too big. Just the thing for two optimists to share.
A bit of swimming. Ignore all ducks; silly birds that don't fetch sticks.
Never dived off a platform before.... dip paw in water first....
Some galloping up and down, showing Harvey how very obedient I am to calls of "Flossie, here!" The Beloved said I was on my best behaviour today. She was so proud of me!
A game of tug with a ball on a rope.
A lovely muddy log. Too big for my mouth, but I nearly had it!
Home to Harvey's for a well earned snooze in front of the Aga, while the Beloveds had a cup of tea (and a shortbread biscuit, but did they share with us? No.... Harvey is on a diet, so I have to suffer too.)
We loved Plessey Woods. We must go there again; there's a lot of stick-tidying to do.