To make the most of the sun before the cold dreary months of winter come upon us, I decided to go for a walk with Bonnie one evening.
The sun was at that stage where it was just about to set and it lit up the grass, giving the place a kind of glow. All I could hear were birds singing their songs and the rustling of grass as Bonnie bounded through it. It made me realise how I take these things for granted sometimes.
Speaking of Bonnie, she disappeared for a short while only to come back drenched in murky puddle water. Lovely.