In fact the only time I have gone out is to take Naughty George on his daily drag. So, as you can see, photo opportunities have been rare. However, I did manage to capture this video of the view from the top of the hill that gives my village, Forest Hill, its name.
Vid.No.1. The view from the top of Forest Hill
Pic.No.1. Fallen over trees on top of hill
Yep, sorry..... I have had to resort to pictures of fallen-over trees. In fact the only excitement I have had is when Naughty George ran away with a husky and it took me 15 minutes to recapture him.
When I referred to Naughty George's recent antics on Facebook, a friend replied: "I hate George, I thought he was dead. Perhaps it is time that he was put down?" You see, he isn't the most popular of mutts. Even dog-lovers don't like him.
Poor dog. He is forlornly eating mouldy cheese from the compost heap as we speak.