Of an afternoon, once the sun comes around to our south-facing bay window, the old hounds like to bath in its warmth:
(Hope she didn’t disturb you there, Apollo.)
In between bouts of rain, we’ve taken the poopers out. Yesterday was Day 1 of a five-day rain forecast.
I’ve started another pair of socks, men’s socks using some Regia that has been perfectly aged in the stash. Pics tomorrow.