Dad had a late golf match, so I took Molly for a walk in Eastham Woods.
There were a couple of grey squirrels chasing each other high up in one of the hazels. I'm always astonished at how agile they are running up tree trunks. I can't imagine they would be any faster on the ground. This pair were spiralling round and round the trunk, up and down, as if gravity didn't exist.
For once, Molly was totally unimpressed by the squirrels. She was having too much fun rolling in leaves, and drinking from puddles in the roots of the beeches.