I walked around Owl Wood in the company of Dobson and Miss Pinkerton
moon-shadows followed us around.
The fish pond shimmered silver
and
the midnight blue sky was dotted with myriad stars.
To say it was beautiful just doesn't come near.
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This morning was cold and frosty which was no surprise
considering how clear the night sky had been.
Oh how I wish I could find the macro lens..
Miss Pinkerton followed my progress around the gardens,
wondering what I found so interesting.
Enough of playing with the camera,
it's time to walk Dobson - my darling, scaredy-boy.
Over the last few moths I have gradually been stretching his boundaries,
managing to persuade him just a few yards further down the lane
or to explore the boundary of an unfamiliar (to him) field
is quite a victory.
All that hard and patient work now means that our walk options have improved tremendously
even though they are nothing compared with the walks I used to take with my old dog.
Across the frosty field you can see some of the cottages down in the village.
By this time, Dobson was getting a bit anxious
but I managed to get him to walk further than before
until we reached a gateway which
overlooks this pretty garden.
It belongs to friends of ours - in the summer it is very beautiful
and makes a great venue for a summer party.
Dobson came across to peer through the wrought-iron gates
but his relief was visible
when I saw "Right, let's go home!"
Once home, I got a large pot of soup on to simmer
and finished making a couple of loaves of bread.
No prizes for guessing what we had for lunch!
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