She had incidentally picked the nicest day of practically the entire spring. We drove up in the sun, drove straight past the house at the first attempt, but found it upon turning back, and were welcomed by her, her husband, and her dog, who immediately grabbed a sock out of somewhere and started to restlessly lug it around by means of appreciation. The children were elsewhere and the cat chooses to stay away from the dog. And after a cup of tea we gave in to the dog's almost unbearable anticipation, and went out.
Nicky lives right next to the moors, in a small village. When I grow up, I want to live that close to natural beauty too! But for now I'll enjoy it with a bit more effort. We walked over a hill, with the dog zig-zagging around us, darting from stick to stick, and enjoying himself immensely. And upon return we had a nice meal while the exhausted dog snored in his basket. If my next job involves office mate I hope that's as good as it is here!
Dartmoor in the evening light
The dog had dropped its stick in the deepest and muddiest puddle in the far surroundings
He looks a bit embarrassed about his state...
Dramatic evening sky with the silhouette of Brentor Church