I fear the worst: it’s barely moved since I first saw it half an hour ago. I’ll check again when I refill the hot water bottle.
Update: it was out and about at tea time the following day but was much livelier. It enjoyed the dog biscuits.
A walk along the embankment that links Wells to the sea, then a boat trip along Blakeney Point to see the grey seals and their pups. I took a nice photo of mother and pup – and then, looking at it later, realised that I had also snapped in the background a dead pup with its eyes pecked out. After lunch to the reserve at Cley (when I would really have liked to look at the village); it was so windy and cold that we sought early shelter in the reserve café.
Aides memoires part 3 