Dogs have to be walked every day, whether it’s nice outside or not. Sometimes you feel grateful to have been forced out: being outdoors in the driving rain – or icy wind – is an experience worth having. But it does begin to pale after a while, and in the last few days I’ve been very glad to get out in the sunshine after a very long, cold winter in the UK. On Tuesday and Wednesday this week I was out filming with Alan Fentiman for our documentary on dog-walking and writing, and spent some time sitting in the sun, feeling pleasantly warm. It’s a miracle – though I did have on a scarf and cap (which I’ve taken to referring to, internally at least, as my Easter bunnet).
It’s another fine day today, so I’ll take the dogs on a good old tromp again, though probably without chucking a ball for them. Cap has a bad leg, and he doesn’t know not to run on it.