A stiflingly hot and close morning in West Norfolk so perhaps, just perhaps, flaming June really is here. While we were walking the two rather listless Jack Russell Terriers this morning one them suddenly went on red alert because of a strange noise and disappeared into an old and dilapidated shed. We don't think that it was anything exciting like a rat but simply the tangled length of baler twine gently scraping on the corrugated iron panel in the breeze.
Never mind, they know the job description and you have to check what seems going on and also what might be going on; just like checking the big dog on the surface of the dyke.
For us the best bit of that hot walk was getting back and sitting in the sun having a cup of coffee.
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