I took the menagerie out for a late afternoon trot yesterday in the sunshine. At the end of our road is a ford, and I have never seen P Bad do anything other than cross the bridge over it. This time she decided to be brave, but got stuck in the middle.
Eventually she hopped like a frog from rock to rock and make it out alive, and desperately pleased with herself. We continued on up the track.
It’s a lovely time of year: the hedgerows are all colour, and the apples are starting to ripen. This is the crab apple outside the house:
I christened my new TOMS on the dusty track,
and tried not to think that this would be one of the last times I would walk down the tiny country road which has been our dogwalking place since 1986.