Walkies

A large, grinning Red Setter dog marches across Chesham Place, dragging a far less cheerful bottle-blonde 'woman of a certain age' behind him. His evident enthusiasm contrasts starkly with the sour expression on the lady's face. Clearly, he is much happier to be going for a walk than she is. Clearly, he's the one in charge. And because she's a Belgravia type (more money than sense), this rather pleases me.