Of heraldry, terriers and fox poo

      We were in Bedfordshire on Friday meeting our daughter to collect her Parson Jack Russell Terrier, Fizz, who is holidaying with us while her family goes skiing in France. There's a bit of an imbalance in there somewhere and I'm working on that situation to try and rationalise it.
      Anyway opposite the pub, where we had a quick lunch, the village hall was sporting this rather fine heraldic device looking like an iron fist or gauntlet gripping who knows what. I just reckoned that it was rather fine and smartly turned out, a little bit of pride in your surroundings, something that's always good to see.

      Just for the record here's the three bundles of trouble before heading out for a walk on Saturday morning and the inevitable mud bath, they're not quite the right colour for muddy fields and orchards being mostly white. Barney is at front left, Fizz at front right and the queen of trouble Lucie at the back.
      On their return from the walk Lucie and Fizz were covered in fox poo and absolutely stinking, if it had been summer there would have been a swarm of flies behind us. Barney remains brilliant and gleaming white because being male he doesn't do rolling in fox poo, that's exclusively for the ladies.
      Sorry about the very 'foxy' socks . . .