Tonight there is a full moon; outside the air is calm and the last blackbirds have gone to bed.
The two dogs I have staying this week are sleeping - an elderly Lurcher of 14 and a German Pointer of 9, Penny and Smudge.
Angus, my wee Scottish Terrier, has had all his last jabs and checks and tomorrow night will be on the eurotunnel back to England.
My favourite Son and Heir (being the only S&H) is inconviently flying into Stansted tomorrow afternoon - and then having to make his way to Gatwick where GW will collect him.
Tomorrow night I will have the Husband, the Boy, the Dog and the Two Visitors here.
The Scot is smelly.
The road to the cottage
