My perfect summer eve

[Zacs-Master]

Home at 5:45.
Greeted by a very enthusiastic Border Collie.
We walk down the familiar track to the overgrown field and I throw the ball.
Gazelle like he bounds around until, panting like the Flying Scotsman, we make our way home in the almost sultry summer glow.
To the local pub me and Mrs Zacs head and we sit in the half shelter of the beer gardens smoking area, The setting sun peeping through the boughs and leaves of the 600 year old oak on the village green.
Joined by friends we quaff ale and swap stories of our recent happenings. No wind for a change. Just like when I was a child.
A final walk for Zac as the windows of the houses turn midnight blue. And home.

[DTCwordfan]

An embryonic "Cider with Rosie" in the making.

[Zacs-Master]

It doesn't take a lot to make me happy.

[Zacs-Master]

Your critique is appreciated DT.

[boxtops]

That sounds idyllic, zacs

[DTCwordfan]

Nothing wrong with a fine pint of hand-drawn foaming ale (or cider) on a British summer's evening........nothing at all

[firewatch]

I feel quite relaxed just reading it.

[Zacs-Master]

It was boxy. One of those rare English summer nights. Nothing special but perfect all the same.

[ChuckFickens]

Good UK summer nights in a decent location make me wonder why anyone would want to go abroad for a holiday... sadly, the next day it's normally peeing it down with rain and then I realise why people go abroad for holidays.

[Zacs-Master]

Too true chuck. Tonight was made all the better as the forecast for this week was rain rain rain.

[bednobs]

quaffing - like drinking but you spill more

[nungate]

Sounds like my idea of a prefect summer evening

[Zacs-Master]

That's it beddy. Hic.

[ChuckFickens]

"quaffing - like drinking but you spill more"

Nice Terry Pratchett reference :)

[Zacs-Master]

Well, as were all flying thru space on the back of a giant turtle.....

[Zacs-Master]

Anyway, Bon nuit, guttenacht, kalinichta etc etc. It's time for bee byes. Zzzzzzz