This poor dog of mine really doesn't like to get his feet wet. He flung himself backwards and dug his heels in, tail lowered and between his legs.
A passerby could have been forgiven for thinking that I was being mean to him.
In his opinion I was being very cruel, after all, I know that he doesn't like water, don't I?
The local fields, which we normally walk, are wet, wet, wet. The rain has come down and the local clay soil is very slippery and awash with muddy water.
I have a tendency to go base over apex in such conditions, so for both our sakes,
I was trying to be kind by walking him along our quiet lane to a much drier, local bridle path on slightly higher ground.
A short walk down to the watermill, up the hill and branch off to the right
along a green bridle lane.
Simple!
We finally made it this far, perhaps two or three hundred yards, it was hard work. I stopped and had a chat to the mill owner, and a local farmer. They were highly amused at the sight of me having to coax and cajole a dog to take a walk, their grins said it all. I'm used to it, I have been coaxing and encouraging Toby dog for over four years now. It is just as well that I am patient.
The mill itself looks as though it is sitting in a huge pond of weak tea and the water is very high, much to the delight of the wildfowl.
Soggy, boggy and gloomy. Can't blame Toby for being less than enthusiastic really.
I noticed there is a lot of rubbish strewn along the road between the railway bridge and the turn off to the watermill. I intended to go back with my little grabber gadget and a couple of bags - one for recycling, the other for rubbish, but the heavens opened and I decided to save that little treat for another day. Lucky me.
Instead I went to visit a couple of local friends and this little chap, Bill.
Other than that, I did a little baking ready for when my grandchildren come back from school (we have them for a couple of hours, until their parents come home), tried to do my best Florence Nightingale nursing for my husband, he's got bronchitis again, and that pretty much sums up my day in soggy Lincolnshire.
It rained heavily through the night.
I expect another less than sparkling day. Thank goodness for books and a warm fireside.
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