My Brother and his wife live in a converted Welsh farmhouse out in the sticks, and after an abortive attempt at viewing antiques for sale at a local auction house, we packed the dogs in the car and went out for a visit,
As we sat on the patio with tea and cake, the dogs ran riot in their garden, and as usual one (Meg) went flying into the pond. (which I would have filled before now with a score of runner ducks)

We would have stayed longer but as I will be working this evening I had to drag chris away from Andrew's phone games (below) so I could have a brief sleep!