Post by Old Dragon (Al) on Nov 8, 2009 19:59:17 GMT 1
Well, with so many having dropped out for various reasons, I wasn't sure if this would go ahead or not, although Peter's wife, Sarah, and daughter Amy had arrived. We enjoyed a cuppa and some sandwiches and biscuits before deciding to set out at about twenty past eleven, when it seemed we'd be the only ones to make it.
Scampi seemed a little bemused, but then decided to catch up with the others. (I'm not sure if he realised the collie was not Moss, his usual walking companion.
I'm not really sure if Scampi was sure quite who he was out for a walk with, as he seems quite vacant at times, now. He then decided to walk ahead with young Amy.
However, by the time we were on the homeward stretch, Scampi was lagging well behind.
Once back at Llys Trerobert, he was more than ready to hop up into the car and sleep off his exertions, bless him.
While we were out on the hillside, Phebe - delayed by an accident on the M4 - had arrived, so after Sarah and Amy had left for home and their Sunday lunch, and Phebe and I had enjoyed another cuppa and a sandwich or two, we set out with Phebe's two dogs, Whispa and Polly. This time I decided to leave Scampi in the car, where he was sound asleep on a carpet, and enjoying the wintery sunshine coming in through the rear window. I did invite him out and along with us, but he'd other ideas, and went straight back to sleep!
It was quite wet underfoot and I thought I'd got Whispa into this photo, but it seems not! She was having a great time, whilst dear little Polly also appeared to be enjoying herself, despite her 14 years and encroaching sight problem. She was certainly putting her nose into action, and not backwards at finding fox poop!
Phebe and I walked up to the oak tree where the buzzard often perches, but didn't catch stight of him today.
We also paused on the high, open ground, hoping to be able to look over the Bristol Channel to Somerset, but it was a little cloudy, and it is hard to tell if we could see the Somerset coast or just a darker bit of cloud in the far distance, and behind Phebe in this picture.
I thought I'd taken more photos than this, and including Phoebe's dogs, but suspect I couldn't have pressed the button hard enough a few times. (My hands are not at their best at present. )
Despiet there not being many of us, it was an enjoyable, but tiring day, and by the time we returned in the afternoon, and had another cuppa, it was time for me to feed the horses for the night.
At least these pictures will give you all some idea of the countryside and its potential for walks for those of you who'd like to come along and explore this area in the future.
Scampi seemed a little bemused, but then decided to catch up with the others. (I'm not sure if he realised the collie was not Moss, his usual walking companion.
I'm not really sure if Scampi was sure quite who he was out for a walk with, as he seems quite vacant at times, now. He then decided to walk ahead with young Amy.
However, by the time we were on the homeward stretch, Scampi was lagging well behind.
Once back at Llys Trerobert, he was more than ready to hop up into the car and sleep off his exertions, bless him.
While we were out on the hillside, Phebe - delayed by an accident on the M4 - had arrived, so after Sarah and Amy had left for home and their Sunday lunch, and Phebe and I had enjoyed another cuppa and a sandwich or two, we set out with Phebe's two dogs, Whispa and Polly. This time I decided to leave Scampi in the car, where he was sound asleep on a carpet, and enjoying the wintery sunshine coming in through the rear window. I did invite him out and along with us, but he'd other ideas, and went straight back to sleep!
It was quite wet underfoot and I thought I'd got Whispa into this photo, but it seems not! She was having a great time, whilst dear little Polly also appeared to be enjoying herself, despite her 14 years and encroaching sight problem. She was certainly putting her nose into action, and not backwards at finding fox poop!
Phebe and I walked up to the oak tree where the buzzard often perches, but didn't catch stight of him today.
We also paused on the high, open ground, hoping to be able to look over the Bristol Channel to Somerset, but it was a little cloudy, and it is hard to tell if we could see the Somerset coast or just a darker bit of cloud in the far distance, and behind Phebe in this picture.
I thought I'd taken more photos than this, and including Phoebe's dogs, but suspect I couldn't have pressed the button hard enough a few times. (My hands are not at their best at present. )
Despiet there not being many of us, it was an enjoyable, but tiring day, and by the time we returned in the afternoon, and had another cuppa, it was time for me to feed the horses for the night.
At least these pictures will give you all some idea of the countryside and its potential for walks for those of you who'd like to come along and explore this area in the future.