Barley and the Darts

After the drive around I took G to Quinalow for the cricket breakup. It's REALLY NOT my scene so I left him there and went back a few hours later to collect. On the way home we called in for a drink at the local where we ran into Barley, the resident kelpie. He balances on the window sill and watches the people inside; he likes to play Catch the Dart - so G played with him. Every time a dart flew by, Barley tried to catch it, snapping his teeth loudly in the attempt.

Watching, watching.

Ready, Ready.

Bugger, missed it again!

Still raining now; 13mls so far.