Digby didn't yet know what a camera was and would unconcernedly stare into the lens. He has since developed a canine sense , shared with Afghan hill villagers, that having his photograph taken will somehow imprison his soul. He now turns away from me the second the phone is produced. Since the first experiment six years ago all the photos posted on the blogs have been taken using the camera in the original mobile handset or its much improved successors.
Looking at the photos is a reminder to me just how quickly time moves on and what great companions Wilf and Digby have been in our journey through Europe and life. Their great gift to us has been, and is, constant laughter. The beach has gone but croissants, lizard chasing , soft breezes and warm weather have taken its place.