Coming towards the end of a week`s Cat-sitting in the Cotswolds (sounds like the title of a story). The cats contrary to expectations perhaps, have behaved impeccably and half way through the week it became clear they were actually keeping vigil for the return of their owners - sorry, servants - and were not vying for my attention, as long as I fed them on a regular basis.
Which left me the luxury of reading, writing and simply staring out of the window in this bosky little spot......
Lots of little strolls around and about .......
Along noisy, splashing brooks, past smoother stretches of water 
....but then on Wednesday afternoon, a pitch perfect autumn day, a longer stroll along footpaths through woods illuminated perfectly by the later-in-the-year light
though many of the trees are still gloriously green.
and back across the fields.
It`s a pretty part of the world indeed but tomorrow I head back to the far north, pretty too but a bit less kempt maybe - oh and the dogs. Will never really get used to walking without dogs.
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