I know I'm lagging with all my photos and stories, but I promise I'm being a good girl - I'm writing like crazy, I'm editing like crazy, I am doing menial labour and super long walks like crazy - with and without the dog who is walking on three legs lately and acting very ... well, like she is on her death bed, hardly able to breathe ... unless dad brings the roast to the table or someone is making food or she needs to run away to go steal food from the neighbours, then three legs is more than enough to be fast and quiet. I'll have a short crime story for you later in the day involving a satanically bitchy goat on an idyllic island. Does that sound good? And some more pretty shore pickies.