We got there at about 2.30pm and it was HOT. Hardly any shade and 31C. The first place I tried to buy a drink had run out. Brilliant!! In fact if I didn't find a cool drink asap, I knew I would probably need one of these.
|What a way to go.|
The paddock was full of show cars, some good and some way out.
|Aaaah, retirement. In my dreams!!!!|
Anyway, after all that excitement, we arrived back home and the dog's were being dodgy. Sure enough, Baxter had gone into No.1 son's bag, dragged out his chocolate assortment box, and decided to eat a few. How do we know it was Baxter? Well the bag of unopened white chocolate balls on his bed sort of gave him away. I could swear I saw Sorcha smirk!! He is now out the back sulking. There doesn't seem to be any ill effects. "Pity", I heard Hubby mutter.
|Ladybug, not fussed at all by the goings on.|