What, before breakfast?

"Good morning Oscar!"  

"Oh hello mum, is it breakfast time?"

"No, not at 5.45am!"

"Oh.   So what are you up for, if not to feed me?"

"Fancy a walk?"

So that's the plot.  It's a lovely bright morning and the sun is just getting up, so she fancies a walk - suits me.   We first thought we might go to the field Dad takes me to, but on arrival found  it had been freshly ploughed so Mum said she didn't fancy it.  I was puzzled as I thought frolicking through muddy mounds could be a lark, but she said it's hard for humans to walk through and also she didn't want me getting filthy.  So we backtracked to North St and along Cherry Lane to the footpath to the BlowWells. Sadly we didn't go further than the footbridge; Mum said her watch was telling her it was time to go back and we could have breakfast when we got home.  Enough said: "Home, James!!"

After breakfast Mum confessed why we'd been out for an hour so early.  Very unusually she and Dad both have to go out this morning, so I will be killing time at home with Charlie-cat.   That's fine, I can dream about the cat I wasn't allowed to chase, the birds I saw on the field, the stream under the bridge and the leaves & sticks I caught while running along the footpath in the early morning sun.