I've looked back, I was last in Cwm Dulyn on the 9th of October, I'd forgotten all about the lost glove, till I found it today. It was luck not judgement as I returned to one of my favourite spots for a photo.
I was already in Tremadog by 10.30am and fully intended on walking around there, but it was raining so heavily that I thought I'd walk them in the shelter of the Lon Goed on the way back. The nearer I got to home, the brighter it was, so I decided to take them to Cwm Dulyn.
A bit of a three-way stand-off, but can you see them all? 😁
Sammi and Meerah were obviously loose on the path and I giggled as I watched Meerah walk away from me. She's a tad proud of her tail and raises it a little, to relieve that not only had she left her coat at home, she'd also left her knickers!!! They tell me nothing looks much worse than a sable female going through a junior moult ... mind you, Ross looked pretty awful when he went through it too! With this being her first moult, I must admit I am looking forward to seeing what she'll look like in her next coat. 
By the time I got home, the log delivery had arrived and the weather was deteriorating here too. The wind was so bitter that my head was ringing. That's another lesson learned, put a spare hat in the van because the hood on the big coat simply does not stay up in the wind!!!
