Looking after Rosie the cocker spaniel for a couple of days, I took her for a walk up the hill, down Raw Lane, then back home through the wood.
The wood was a risk, as I correctly guessed the path would be very muddy. But, for once, Rosie exhibited some common sense and side-stepped all the mud. Until, that is, she came to the foot-wide stream we needed to step across, which she somehow contrived to fall into head-first, then lay there, looking at me pathetically, waiting to be lifted out.
