And, after a week of strict rations and long walks, beginning to look more like his old self. You notice how dirty he is? And we were only at the start of the walk. On the final leg home, I saw George stop and go into 'oh goody, people, they'll want to talk to me' mode. Sure enough a couple appeared from around the corner. Simultaneously the inner banshee escaped and began to scream, 'GEORGE! Don't jump up!! Whatever you do, DON'T JUMP UP!'
The woman was wearing a black dress - the sort I'd wear out to a posh do - with a short white jacket, black tights and smart shoes. No, I don't know what she was doing walking in the woods like that either.
Fortunately the man heard me - really he couldn't fail to - and he grabbed George by the collar until I could get there and put him on his lead. I dread to think what the consequences could have been if he hadn't acted swiftly.
Umbrellas and tea trays for fairies in the woods.