I’m playing with instagram stories and I’ve posted a couple on Instagram including this mornings walk with Boris or was it my walk with him or him with me? You can see what happened if you follow fegrig and check out my Instagram stories. https://www.instagram.com/stories/fegrig/ or they might appear on here automatically. #tinkering
I’m on a period of leave and work has been left behind for a week. Time to sniff out some simple pleasures and reconnect with breathing in the good things in life.
I ended the last story with the prophetic words, “Who mentioned snow? ” and then 48 hours later we have this! It was only a few centimetres but it was a lovely morning at the spot for our walk, with pristine snow untouched by human or canine paw’s. I fortunately had the day off, so ...
It’s a sleepy weekend here with almost twenty hours of sleep logged and not a spinning wheel in sight. I was tired. No parkrun for me but Boris encouraged the pulling on of my boots for a walk in the haar shrouded woods. We were met with an eerie panorama with none of the direction ...
The morning came and I looked at the results of the “pitch inspection” – positive news, both local events a bit icy and slippery but going ahead, (at your own risk of course). Just a slight problem. After taking junior to work for the start of his early shift I returned home and decided to ...
A couple of my favourite things happened today, they are both in different ways things I find so therapeutic. If I get regular doses in 2017, I’ll be a happy & peaceful camper. First of all chopping wood with an axe. A simple thing to do but no room for a wandering mind or psychological ...
Today’s walk for Boris and me was to a woodland we haven’t been to for a couple of months. On the last visit we spied the boards that the Forestry Commission had put up, inviting bids from companies to harvest the soft wood forest. A crop grown over the last thirty to forty years now ...
Those of us who have a Labrador dog in the house are well aware of the sweeping power of a dog’s tail. This tail is designed of course to drive the dog through the water to retrieve sodden Labradorian fisherfolk or downed fowl or in our case swimming for the joy of it. It only ...
The weather has turned in a colder, chillier kind of way. I felt the climatic change about 3 week ends ago. I had to put a waistcoat over my t-shirt when I took Boris out for a walk, especially in the evening. Gone are the dreich but still mild summer and autumnal days, now we ...
Neither are in their first flush of youth. The dog rustles around the leaves, sniffing and huffing, convinced there must be a grey squirrel in those leaves somewhere. The man scuffs his boots through the carpet of fallen copper toned beech leaves, that cover the bare earthen floor of the wood. Part of both their ...