A week after the Monmouth Mutiny, and we are in Essex for a weekend of obedience shows and camping in the dog bus.

My hair is abominable. It’s hot during the day, and cold and dark by 7pm. I’m sleeping badly, eating badly, and the energy feels…off.

Berty seemed off too. Something about the showground wasn’t quite right for him.

Slow moving vehicles, trolleys, things in the distance. He was watching, staring, stopping. Occasionally looking at something that I couldn’t see. Think “I see dead people” in The Sixth Sense. 👻

Thinking it wouldn’t be wise to compete with anything in this environment (including the demons), I withdrew from the competition and called it a day. Having the best time.

Thank goodness for coffee and friends. Cheers.