Cold has gone. Wet has arrived.

Az and I have trudged through the rain in grey depressing light, beside a slime-coloured river.  Az gave me the Face of Woe a number of times but I didn't let him go home

Mollydog pranced ahead of us happily in the manner of a dog lit internally by her own personal sunbeam. She wasn't even muddy afterwards!   I suspect Mollydog of being an Elf.

Her leg is doing ever so well on the previcox.  We did a 2-hour Dartmoor walk on Saturday - albeit a fairly leisurely one - and she wasn't even limping at the end.