Celebrating days like these, simple pleasures. Walking the dog by the weir, frost on the trees and the fields and a sun valiantly shining. Home to make the pie for supper, and then to play with the photos taken on aforementioned walk. Dog making contented snuffly snoozing noises curled like a comma on his bean bag , remembering the fun of the chase and the scent of the prey. He never manages to finish with a kill, so no danger. Perfect day.