With Human Grandad not strong enough to venture out far beyond the garden, Gail and I decided to take some photos on our Sunday morning walk in Nottingham, to show him what was happening in the neighbourhood.
What a shame it was all so foggy.
I am pleased to report that at the recreation ground the local would-be Robin Hoods were not deterred by the fact that their targets were scarcely visible.
Likewise the football players didn't seem to mind that you needed to be in the penalty area before you could see the goal.
With the heavy dew the furs on my legs were soon dripping wet as I raced along by the edge of the fields.
Although I saw no moles, there was circumstantial evidence aplenty down near the river.
And others, seemingly identical, had not.
In fact I wanted Gail to ask HGD about this, but she said not to trouble him, as his head these days is foggy like the weather.
So I decided instead to join him for an afternoon snooze.