Due to aches and pains and general exhaustion (and laziness) I’ve not been moving as much as usual, and my waistline has started to
expand suffer…more about that in another post.
To begin to remedy this lack of movement I decided to take Fletch a bit further afield for our walk a few Tuesdays ago. Nothing too exotic of course…we went to the park.
Normally I hate taking him to our local park. It’s endless paths through endless fields with endless amounts of dogs careening about off their leads. Fletch has to stay firmly on the end of his lead as he refuses to listen to me when other dogs are around, preferring to charge around like a maniac, bowling them over, treading on their heads and usually getting snapped at for his trouble.
So on the lead he stays…and I get pulled and dragged, and I get treated to a bevvy of judgemental stares from the owners who let their dogs run free. I usually want to yell “HE’S NOT DANGEROUS! JUST STUPID!” at those people.
Sometimes I do.
Tuesday was just too beautiful though, and I was just too desperate to get my fat self moving. There was an ominous black cloud hanging on the horizon so I didn’t want to go too far, and I’d remembered the beautiful strip of woodland that runs down the side of the park. I’d hoped that it’d be more pleasant than the park itself, and a bit quieter too. I was right. We didn’t see a single dog during the 45 minutes we were in the woods…a sharp contrast to the fifteen dogs that Fletch tried to
stamp on play with in the 10 minutes we spent in the park itself. It was shadey wodded bliss.
For the most part the sun shone down through the trees. We saw a dragonfly and a buzzard, magpies chasing each other through the treetops, and legions of pigeons.
I heard a woodpecker and some bumblebees, but we didn’t see fur nor feather of either.
We had a lovely time. It was even lovely when it rained. It was that weird kind of rain where the sun keeps shining and the dark cloud seems miles away, but the drops are falling on you anyway. The trees are all still bare and skeletal but they did a pretty good job of keeping us protected from the shower.
It felt great to be out and exercising and even though I was still in pain I could have walked for hours…but I’d forgotten to take a drink for either of us. Fletch is happy to drink from puddles but I am not, so after almost an hour we wound our way back down through the woods and to the car.