Have to say that I’ve been a tad ‘under the weather’ so to speak over the last few days. So much so that I turned up for my first shift of the grind yesterday and after just over an hour promptly vomited my porridge down the ol’ porcelain trombone. Needless to say I informed my line manager that I was off home. The wonderful, caring reply being; you know that you’ll probably not get paid for this and will you be in tomorrow, oh the care, the warmth, the bastards. In any case I slept most of yesterday and arose this morning feeling a little better but still as much use as a one legged man in an arse kicking competition. So after informing my beloved employers to my plight (tomorrow night then?) I spent a less then active morning doing sod all.
This afternoon the tide felt that it had turned and remembering a request from Karen, I decided that a little fresh air was in order. Bundling the warthog into the back of the car (with recently made by yours truly, yet to be painted, dog guard fitted oooh) we took the short drive to Loggerheads.
To be honest the one and a half mile gentle walk took me as long as six miles did the other day on the steeper trail upon Moel Famau! But the air was fresher, although still a little misty, and being ‘out there’ certainly did my soul some good.
actually had her first meaningful chase and the lucky squirrel just beat her to the safety of its tree by a hairs breadth. Not sure how she’d have coped if she had caught it but I think that soon the inevitable will happen and something small and furry will meet an untimely end (hope it tastes ok, perhaps grilled mmmmm). No pictures of the chase I’m afraid (like trying to pin down jelly) although I’ll leave you with some views of the trail, I hope that you like them. Willow
Oh and especially for Karen, the last two photographs of the day.
For now, take good care my friends,