Sunday walk in Normandy by Mr Ben (the dog).

Sunday walks are more leisurely than our weekday walks, we try and take a different route just to make it more interesting.

Trouble was, today, Maggie insisted on stopping every few metres to photograph what she called magic mushrooms for her contribution to Mary's Mosaic Monday @ the little red house, so Mr B & I took ourselves off and left her to it.

Then she made me pose so that she could photograph me!

I'd had enough and headed back to the car, she's really into this new camera. I blame Mary!

She gathers quite a group together over there every Monday and they're all great. Check it out.

Mr Ben

Drama but not a crisis!

Breakfast preparations came to an abrupt halt at 07.45 am today when as I briefly glanced out of the open door I saw our cocker spaniel, Ben, struggling but failing (!) to climb out of the pond in our front garden!

He must have walked around this pond at least 5 times a day since he came to live at the Presbytere (almost 8 years ago) and this was the first time he had ever taken a dip.

I don't know who received the bigger shock him or me, or maybe it was my other half, Roger, as I screamed "Ben's fallen in the pond".

Now, this pond isn't an attractive feature in the garden, the only thing pretty about it is that it's pretty yucky, so when I finally yanked Ben out of there he was in a very digusting state, not what you want to deal with just before your petit dejeuner.

I'll spare you the details, suffice it to say we gave him a very thorough bath using the outside garden hose & masses of doggy shampoo.

Roger then dried him off using my hairdryer until he resembled his former self.

The pix show just what Ben thought of that.Hope you're day get's off to a better start than ours

a bientot

Maggie