A lovely walk with Orin and Siska starting from the outskirts of Tremadog, cross-country towards Porthmadog. The wind was almost as bitter as it was at home.
Siska was still not sound and also seemed to be favouring her front right, well that's me confused. Steve and I had a look at her back left last night, he thinks her outside toe is hurting her – and she was licking her front right foot when we got home. I had a quick look but I couldn't see anything. With my shit eyes I think we'll have to look again with a torch. Poor Siska!
