So there I was looking out of the window faced with a sky all blue with the odd fluffy bit thinking nice day summer is coming. Now those of you who know a thing about fluffy cotton wool in the sky will scoff, accompanied by a sharp intake of air with the thoughts "oh dear its a nebulostromulus, trouble on the way, Dorothy get Toto indoors". Me, good day for a long walk with the dogs.
With sun in mind, decided to expose peely wally legs to the world, if nothing else the dazzling reflection from said lower limbs scares the carnivorous wood dwelling creatures.
Although in this picture the shorts do look like those worn by Eric Morecombe but they were actually billowing in the wind, giving a greater kite like presence than they actually have.
So off we set, got to the woods and after walking for about 5 minutes the sky as if by some CGI bit of magic orchestrated by some wizard or weather controlling super hero type turns to this
Closely followed by me having to do this and despite my best efforts a Scots pine does not an umbrella make
Shelter was required and we headed to a wee construct deeper in the woods that someone in times gone by had made from trees and stone. In here you have some protection from the elements, where you can dry out whilst sitting down watching the weather rage outside.
After a while during which the smile seen here waned due to the cold and pins and needles that had decided to inhabit my feet. This did cause a bit of a problem when I stood up only to promptly fall down like some pre-teen after their first bottle of cheap cider. With sensation having returned to my feet we set of again, dried out and warmed up in part as a result of the returning sun.
The dogs being aquatic dogs by nature mean that any water is ripe for a swim even if its a muddy puddle but this water is far more desirable to me as the person who cleans them when we return home giving them a cleaner swim, it saves them a bath as well.
So on with the bathers and in they jump
Along the way one likes to try and capture some of the shapes and images but generally now I am so used to carrying a camera phone rather than the far more capable SLR that the photos are of variable quality.
In the middle of this rural landscape it's funny though what you come across and the questions that something like this create who? why? when?
The danger of being distracted by such things is that the dogs tend to free range with occasional less than desirable results and our trek was one such time.
Here is a before, just before and after (waste not want not) vomiting ensemble from Mishbosh. I did not capture the resulting emesis to spare your sensitivities but it looked suitably unpalatable even for a dustbin on legs that masquerade as Labradors.
So off we trooped homeward
with gentle reminders from within that a bowl of cereal is not enough for a growing boy to eat all day dinner was calling.
