Bit knackered today. Late night – my own fault: I foolishly got involved with a documentary about trains – which was made even later by the beagle inexplicably going Walkabout when she popped out for her evening ablutions.
In fact, I’ve been doing some rudimentary calculations, and this spot slightly left of centre:
Which looks like this:
…seems likely to be the only place on the planet that she didn’t explore before finally coming inside last night.
I’m not quite sure what happened. Our garden really isn’t that big, and both the gates were firmly closed and locked (this is South Africa, after all). Maybe we have some Star Trek-esque teleportation thing behind the bushes at the back. Clearly everything needed snorfing.
All I know is that someone else can be responsible for managing the evening beagle process tonight.