Wendy contemplates the growing sentience of the ol' man's beard, while it contemplates the nice breeze and summer wind.
We're finally here at the right time to see the start of the wild rhodo season. They are few and far between - but indeed - there they are.
Ella lines up for the beach.
The broomin' forest.
Ella can't believe that we are not using this closed path to get to the beach. She finds it completely accessible and doesn't understand why we don't just follow. Howling is in order.
Unfortunately, Whalen Island's estuary beaches are now closed to the public. We think they have found Triffid spores down there.
Hobbits have been here.
Russ and Ella emerge from the Hobbit's lair. But they are all smiles - so must have passed without incident. Hobbits like shetland sheep dogs very much.
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