I dropped Will at a friend's house in Haslingfield. A bunch of boys were off to play on the rope swings in the woods and generally hang out and enjoy the sunny evening. Banned from walking the dogs in the same neck of the woods due to my serious style-cramping potential, I took them off to the river. Still very hot in the evening. The dogs wait patiently for me to throw a stick in so that Storm can hurl himself into the water and Maia can splash around in the shallows in a frenzy of excited barking and reed biting. I've no idea what this behaviour means - she only does it when Storm is in the water.
