I feel a little bit ashamed that I have taken only one proper walk so far this year: I live a five minute walk from Regent’s Park, and a fifteen minute drive from Hampstead Heath, so there is really no excuse for not getting outdoors. The only problem is that Madam is getting on a bit: in sausage years she is over seventy, and the long, bracing walks of years past are far beyond her
But today was so beautiful that it would have been a crime not to take her to the Heath, so we drove up at 330pm, just before the light started to fall, for a thirty minute trot.
(I needed some exercise, as I made macaroni cheese for supper on Saturday night. Well, fusilli cheese if we are to be entirely accurate.)
It may have been sunny, but it was oh so muddy.
I kept turning around to discover madam stuck in the mud. It’s tricky to move fast when your legs are only three inches long.
Net result: one very exhausted sausage