The art of delegation

Sometimes one simply has to take charge of things.

On Wednesday morning, when Gail asked me what I had planned for Nature Friday this week, I told her I didn't feel like going for another countryside ramble in the hot weather (25ºC, that's 76ºF, is hot, right?)

I had other ideas for how to spend the day. 

So I suggested to Gail that she get in touch with one of her hyperactive cycling friends and perhaps they could ride out to Drumoak and take some photos of their favourite picturesque river swimming spot for me, and maybe even go for a 'dook' themselves. 

Which is exactly what Gail and her swimsuit model pal 'P' (and an interloping spaniel) did. 

Meanwhile, I kept myself gainfully occupied... 

Happy Nature Friday! And thanks once again to our LLB Gang friends for hosting this our favourite blog hop. 

A late life romance blossoms?

Gosh, it's never too late for a new experience is it?

Maybe it's a little embarrassing to admit this, but until this weekend I'd never spent the night sharing a sofa with a girl dog.

So what if neither of us are spring chickens?

It was just lovely.

I'm hoping Ella didn't notice that I was wearing my special 'male dog belly band'....

Which incidentally is very masculine and is absolutely not, in no way, a nappy/diaper!

PS Gail is home now from her godson Ben's wedding, and I'm delighted to report that during the apparently sumptuous wedding feast, and despite all the champagne being drunk, she remembered to slip a lamb bone into her handbag and later bring it back to Aberdeen for me!