The plan for today had been to go on a geo-walk which had been organised in Tenyham for this morning. But what with getting out of work late last night and roadworks it was rather late when I finally got to bed last night. I woke this morning at about the time we would have had to be leaving for Tenyham…
I
made toast and had a look at Facebook. This morning’s adverts were for
applicants for the post of researcher for the Church Army, for holidays in
Belgium and for jumpers like my granddad used to wear. I also saw there was a Lego festival in
Milton Keynes today. Had I known about it…
Mind
you in a novel break with tradition there was no filth being advertised this
morning.
Bearing
in mind the dogs needed an outing we took them up to Kings Wood. It was the
weekend; I really should make allowances. But carpark was full and the normal
people had their dogs running loose round the car park. And we saw more people
(fighting with dogs on leads) in the first two minutes of our walk than
we usually see on the entire walk.
But
after a little while we were away from the car park area, and away from where
the normal people walk. We did our usual
circuit of the woods and (once more than two minutes’ walk from the car park)
the people with dogs all knew what dogs are like, and we had a good outing.
Admittedly a slow one; “er indoors TM” was collecting chestnuts.
Again I had to snigger at the normal people; every chestnut within a couple of
hundred yards of the car park had long since been foraged. But once you’ve
walked more than five minutes from the car park there were thousands of chestnuts
waiting to be had.
As
we passed the halfway point we had a message. Karl wondered if we were in
Ashford as he had been dragooned into taking the girls shopping at the outlet.
After a few messages (which takes some doing in Kings Wood where there is
precious little signal!) we made plans.
We came home, had a quick tidy-up, and went round to Singleton Barn where we all met up over a couple of pints and a spot of lunch. Very tasty. It was only a shame that the puppies had to bark whenever the dog at the other end of the pub barked. Some half-wit at the bar made some comment about it being a pub and not Pets at Home. I smiled, and thought better about asking what sort of sad sack sits on his own in a pub on a Saturday afternoon being ignored by everyone else in the pub.
After a couple of double ports (massively under-priced – result!) we said our goodbyes. We came home, I went into the garden, got the lawnmower out and scalped the lawn. It needed doing; the grass was higher than Bailey. With shorter grass Morgan might be more inclined to *do* things out there rather than indoors.
I’m not sure who was the most tired this evening… me or the dogs.
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