Today Dad took me for a long walky in the Yorkshire Dales, an area we both love. We got rained on
a couple of times but then the clouds rolled away and it grew sunny and warm. I spotted something
very strange moving about on the hills and I had to keep staring at it. I wasn't sure quite what
it was, which made it all the more fascinating!

(dad: there were two walkers in bright red raincoats walking on a parallel footpath to ours, about
quarter of a mile away. For some reason Pooch kept wanting to pause to check on their progress - I
think he was expecting them to walk across and say hello!)