Another mini epic out on the cliffs

Sustained drizzle throughout our Night Patrol on the cliff paths and Mr Cruisedog was pretty wet on getting back. Foxes were thin on the ground but Meadow Vixen made her second appearance within three nights, bounding towards me enthusiastically to be rewarded with freshly cooked and still warm chicken thighs. After feeding the cattle (once more) in the barn, I realized that one of the plastic food bags was missing and a by now bedraggled Mr Cruisedog and I (also bedraggled) had to retrace our footsteps to find it. A mile away, we found it - minus the food - as an alert fox must have found it soon after I dropped it ... never mind, the bag was the most important thing as any sort of plastic could cause an animal to choke on it. Temperature now a balmy +6C and much better for all of us ...