Floss bags her first fell

Yesterday we decided we needed some fresh air and a change of scenery so we went to the Lake District. Halfway up Catbells it became apparent that it's far better to have 4 legs than 2! The view was worth it though, you can see in every direction for miles as you walk along the ridge.

Then Floss decided to chase some sheep. Within a couple of minutes she was tiny at the bottom of the fell, the whistle had no effect and we were furious. Luckily for us there was no farmer around to shoot her. They were much faster than her but from now on she will always be on the lead when ever there's temptation. It's a shame as it's the first time she's ever shown any interest other than wagging her tail at them. Bad dog.

Here's our little terror at the top. I think it's safe to say that we won't be going back to Catbells!

Back soon with a new pebble to show you. Bye for now.