Old Dog doesn`t often come round the woods with us now, not least because it takes nearly twice as long to go at her less-than-snail`s-pace.
Half blind and deaf with a tendency to fall over if she sneezes too hard she is nevertheless game for short walks but only the occasional long one, preferably with no hills.
The weather must be just right and there must be time so yesterday afternoon was perfect: a warm, still early autumn afternoon with time to let her sniff at every tussock of grass, every tree root, every rabbit hole.
Nothing stirred in the woods, not a stalk of grass, not even at the tops of the trees. The only thing moving was the very high white cloud, drifting almost imperceptibly overhead.
It makes a change to stroll very slowly but it was just right yesterday, Old Dog had a lovely time and if I can still walk round like that at her age* I`ll be very happy.
*I`m told the old way of counting dog years is wrong so apparently I am her age. So that`s alright then.
Today it has poured with rain all morning but now the sun is out, it`s very warm and everything is steaming slightly.
Another gentle stroll just onto the top of our hill might be in order......
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