I haven’t made breakfast this morning .
Today’s final treat is a macDonald’s on the way to Chester.
I’m dropping Leo off in Chester so he doesn’t have to brace himself against the vagaries of Aviva trains Wales. It makes going home easier for him.
He’s an easy guest.
Last night after dinner he curled up with his ipad, something horrific called Love Island , and covered in dogs enjoyed his last night here.
It’s been a lovely, slightly tiring weekend, with occasional memories that have stirred up more melancholy memories of days gone by.
The weekend however was Leo’s and not mine. I hope he will continue to laugh at the animal stories shared over long drives. And the two Welsh terriers that never left him alone for a minute.
The cottage seemed quiet on my return, I walked the dogs and collected Hawkbit from the hedgerows which I put in the little IKEA jug I bought years ago