OK, it's a filthy day - raining, windy.
We went for a loonnng walky across the moors.
Dad sat in something a sheep left behind.
Mum's boots started to leak.
My tummy and legs got VERY wet and muddy.
BUT...
...we loved every minute of it.
Bad things happen. But it's the good things that count.

(Dad: we'll be home in a few days and then we'll be able to get
up to date with what all our pbase friends have been up to!)