Even though the morning was far from promising, Slawit Bob, the Master and the Mistress sallied forth into the Mollicarr Woods for a walk in the country.
The stream was pretty full and running furiously over rocks and under logs. Slawit Bob managed not to fall in.
On closer investigation the bluebells were actually flowering but they didn't seem too keen on really making an effort as it was pretty cold and grey. Slawit Bob was very pleased to be wearing his coat although he thinks he could do with a new one as this is getting a bit tight around the middle....
Here we see our hero dispappearing into the wild blue (grey) yonder enjoying his first real moments of freedom from the constraints of the lead....
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