This morning, as usual, I took the dogs out for a walk. Unusually, but not for the first time, I returned home 10 minutes later after Nellie had tried to murder a sweet little King Charles Spaniel. I deposited Nellie back in the kitchen. BAD girl, grrr.
Anyway, Milo and I had a lovely walk. I actually jogged with intermittent ball throws (for the dog, you understand).
It was as soon as we got to the windmill field that I understood why my face had suddenly aged. The wind, which yesterday was relatively balmy, has changed! It is icy and wintery. My Nanna always said this would happen.
