Nope. No idea what to write about tonight. Full marks for honesty,  I’d say. Though, to be completely honest, there are a couple of things I’d like to write about but they can wait until tomorrow when I’m feeling more coherent and less sleepy.

So here is a picture taken in Petts Wood this afternoon, just before Raffles did yet another disappearing act. Gone he was, poouff, in a second. Luckily, someone found him on his own and called me and, just as luckily, knew exactly where I was waiting so not too much harm was done.

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Lovely, isn’t it?

Before I had a dog, I always used to think of autumn as a time of death and hopelessness. These days I consider it at times unspeakably beautiful. This is an old National Trust woodland, and many of the trees are chestnuts. It’s funny to see how Raffles minces along so cautiously to avoid stepping on the prickly seed cases. He can run like the wind when it suits him, though.

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