Along the path, hood up, hands in pocket, muttering under my breath about a stupid dog and then I looked up. Ok, this is the part where I would show a picure but I can't so I will just say that it was just me and my dog and a big glorious wood with the sky in lovely shaded stripes of soft pink, grey, dusty blue and white which filtered thru the trees and beyond. It was lovely and I started to feel better. I even popped my hood down for all of 5 seconds to take it all in. I felt ambitious and decided to take in a new trail along The River Mole... I just love that name. As we walked along I half expected a bushy little beaver named Harold to jump out from behind a tree and start chatting me up.
(photo from a day when I did remember my camera)
On we walked and I could feel the layers of my moody slump falling away. Nature was in all it's glory. The birds were quietly chirping away, something was bubbling along in the river, I am going to assume toads...the breeze was floating thru the trees, the planes were circling above to settle into Heathrow (ok, skip that part) and I suddenly felt the urge to just sludge thru that muddy mess of a trail in front of me. Looking not once but twice for any fellow walkers I went full force into the middle of it. Squish, slish, slosh...if my kids could see me now. Tika even look surprised. Well, it felt great and I felt better and so be it. We carried on up the hill with my latest find in hand, the perfect branch to add to my walking stick collection. Hi Ho Up We Go...to my favourite spot
And that was my morning walk..just me, my dog and my wellies.
Images of woods taken last week when I did remember my camera