It was warm and sunny when we walked in the little park just round the corner. A favourite haunt of before work and school dog walkers, it was remarkably quiet. But then it was early. For us.
Boo chased his ball and a pigeon or two before hiding in the long grass.
Swifts swooped spectacularly low across our path.
We picked up litter carelessly strewn next to the bin.
I resisted a go on the swings in the unusually empty play area.
We didn't talk much. Sometimes you don't need words.
Remembering my dear father in law who passed away three months after his 100th birthday.