Running with the black dogs

A quiet day. Wrote to Jeremy saying what a good job he had done in editing Poetry South East 2020. Looked at my short story which is progressing well, although I need to trim it and magnify the horror and weird elements. Sent off a poetry MS, looked at a letter Lorraine was sending to parents and generally kept out of trouble. Another walk today, a gorgeous afternoon with lots of interesting clouds. Snapped this lovely black dog on Hollingbury Hill. I love black and white -- and although this dog was perfectly nice, dogs are quite often growling at me suspiciously at the moment. I have no idea why.