A Winter Walk
The dogs and I make the most of our afternoon walk on this gloriously sunny and warm day by traveling out to a far south pasture for an extended romp. We’ve just come around a bend and through a gateway. As we head up this hill it gives the illusion of vast prairie space but once we crest that hill there is native prairie, trees and shrubs to explore in.
Just five dogs; I left the eldest dog at home. Fynn is the Border Collie and at 14.5 years of age these longer treks are tough for him.
The flock is nowhere near here but during the grazing season the sheep often settle in this pasture on the far side of that hill. I’m heading to a favourite sitting stone, and after that we explore our way around the native prairie and head back home, tired and well refreshed by time spent outdoors on a glorious winter day.