Monday, 11 August 2014
Walking, always...
Walking, walking, walking. Over the last few weeks the weather was great, the wild raspberries were ripe (now replaced by the ripening blackberry's) and the dog was in flying form.
Twice a day we ventured out, exploring, finding new paths and re-claiming the old ones, staying out longer and longer, resting in shady places, the dog swimming. Sometimes I bring the camera...
And now, as the rain is teeming down outside, it is a perfect time to look through some of those photos.
Depending on which path we take, left or right, we could be looking at the the colour pallet of the Bog and its flowering bog cotton or the lush greenery of the forest and canal. There are subtle changes to be observed every day.
Twice a day we ventured out, exploring, finding new paths and re-claiming the old ones, staying out longer and longer, resting in shady places, the dog swimming. Sometimes I bring the camera...
And now, as the rain is teeming down outside, it is a perfect time to look through some of those photos.
Depending on which path we take, left or right, we could be looking at the the colour pallet of the Bog and its flowering bog cotton or the lush greenery of the forest and canal. There are subtle changes to be observed every day.
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