Yarrow's Page

To every one who knew Yarrow:

You will have read from my news page that Yarrow is no longer with me. However, I'll keep this page as it was, for the moment, because it's too hard to change it.

So this page is a celebration of a wonderful friend.

Ann

My dog Yarrow is probably the most important person at Heron's Flight. He is very fond of

• me
• other people and some other dogs
• beanbags and a nice warm fire
• food
• walks

- not necessarily in that order.
In his old age, he even likes Sponge, that cat who shares Ann's affections!

He really loves escorting my guests on tours of the village ...

If he gets so far then loses interest,or if it starts raining, he just turns around and comes home again, with or without his escort!

That's quite OK: all the locals know him and are well aware that he knows the village smells, nooks and crannies much better than they do.

(Thanks to Graeme and Thea Russell for this photo.)

Yarrow is equally delighted to be sitting on his bean-bag in front of the fire, as in this photo, or out and about in the garden.

If it's a cold evening though, his efforts to warm both sides of himself are very funny to watch!

(Thanks to Sam MacKenzie for this photo)

Yarrow had a troubled puppy-hood, and so when he arrived at Heron's Flight and found how fond of him Dolan and I became, he latched on and has been part of the family ever since.

He's a wonderful friend and companion. Indeed, some of my most sensible conversations are with Yarrow. Often, we do not need even to converse!!

(Thanks to Neville Peterkin for this photo)