We were out in the back garden, it's dog safe so the little rascal can't escape to harry livestock or indeed his doggy neighbours. I looked up at the sky, it was clear and dark, myriads of stars were shining, that's one big advantage of living at the end of a country lane where there are no street lights.
Sandy cantered about with a big smile on his face, now here, now there, investigating, sniffing to see what had intruded on his patch tonight.
I watched until, eventually, he sat back on his haunches and looked up at the night sky.
What's that Dad?
Sky Sandy.
What is it?
It's the universe, its everything there is that isn't here.
He didn't look too convinced by my attempt at explanation.
