One December dusk I was trotting along the riverbank, cheerfully certain that buttered crumpets and fruit cake were waiting for me at home, when I paused to gaze at the glowing pink sky and still, dark water. A ghostly mist hung over the river and tall reeds. That magical moment symbolised 'Christmas' for me that year.
I am always working on ideas to help humans enjoy life to the full and, remembering that winter evening, I realised it was made more special by my being alone.
Just imagine how different my riverbank experience would have been had a friend accompanied me who suddenly started wishing aloud that they hadn't eaten shellfish for lunch; or when lost in admiration of a mountain view at Loch Torridon, my companion had started playing 'Amazing Grace' on the bagpipes; or when absorbed in a murder mystery on the television, the other person had exclaimed, "Oh, I remember now! Poirot did it."
Your companion would have inadvertently ruined your special moment. So my advice to you this weekend is to think about all the things you really like doing and consider trying them on your own! Don't be afraid to strike out alone and leave the pack for a while!
An incident in 1989 ruined by Moira getting grumpy over a tiny bit of wind and rain. (Moira is writing a book about me called SMALL WHITE DOG).