The wind is still blowing though it is a southerly so warm. This afternoon the dogs and I went to take some pictures of a superb instrumentalist. The bar was too small to use a fill flash and Rod Webster was too close to the wall. I knew he would be but wasn’t prepared to accept defeat. This is a really small venue.
It would take me over an hour to do him justice and a half hour for Rod to forget the vets bill. His poor Alsatian stuck his head down a badger set last night and got savaged. Poor dog he was only being friendly. Molly used to go down Badger holes and has a scar on her tail for her trouble. She must have told Alf because he gives them a wide berth.
Ho Hum. Some days you crack it and others you fail.