About 9 p.m. she decided it was time to go in the back garden and water the grass. I think we were both surprised to see the remains of a rocket had landed, burying itself nose first in the soggy ground. Usually the morning following a nearby firework display I manage to collect a few of these. They make excellent garden canes for tall flowers.
|I'm sure that wasn't there at tea time!|
The flash from the camera shows how well her reflective collar works. That is often the only piece of her I can see when she wanders round the garden at night.