... until next autumn, I suspect.
There comes a time each summer cusp, when the huffs and puffs of my dogs tell me that walks need to move till the after dinner slot.
Today, even though I held off till after 4, it was my Hugo (aka Mr Huffy Puffy) who by sound illustration, announced it was too hot. This in spite of his recent summer clip.
All three sought the cool solace of the tiles in front of the door, where they lay for 20 minutes to cool off.
Me? I just downed an icy cider and waited till they recovered :)