Dog Walking.

I tried really hard to come up with a witty title for this blog post. In the end inspiration eluded me so you're stuck with Dog Walking. I am sure about 24 hours after I've published this around the hour of midnight I will be struck with some super cool title and it will all be too late. Ho hum, shall I just get on with it?

You'll notice given the weather in these pictures it's not been taken in the last couple of days. Just in case any of you have forgotton what sun looks like this is it ;)

This is where I walk the beast in the mornings. Hard to imagine really I don't actually live in the sticks but in the 'burbs.

I am not really that tall ;)



There are even cows at the bottom of the field. Thanks for that, gives Luna endless opportunity for cow pat eating!

My faerie copse :) It may have been an old path at the top of the field but I love it's little pathway, a memory of how the landscape perhaps used to look.



Best of all the local fields ajoin the local Christmas tree farm. For a self confessed Christmas nut I love this.

Pup1's favourite tree. Probably because it's the only one he can climb unaided.

So whilst I continue to play "wannabe country bumpkin" its good to remind myself I am perhaps not as far away as it feels sometimes.