Featuring Jack in all his glorious fuzziness.
I was photographing jewellery in the last of the afternoon sun when along came a great big ball of fuzz in search of a sunny spot.
“Excuse me!” said I, but he would not deign to acknowledge me.
Except to deliver a withering glare and show off his whiskers.
A rustle in the garden – what was that?!
Nothing there – flop!
See what I mean about the whiskers?
You’ll have to wait till tomorrow for the pictures of pretty rocks – gotta pace myself with the posting you know!