a walk and some walls

When you’re a dog owner you need to go out for daily walks with said dog.  Yep, even when you’re lucky enough to have a large garden, orchard and stream . . . a young dog, like Gibbs needs his exercise.

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Here he is, now 10 months and 36 kilos of muscle, totally recovered from his recent little op.

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This taken in the shade of the orchard, after a dip in the stream, and before heading off out for a proper walk.


And, because we live in the country, with lots of quiet lanes . . . and because he’s obedient, and doesn’t rush off willy nilly, he gets to trot along without being on the leash.  He’s just walking a few steps ahead of my husband, who has leash to hand, just in case we meet a passing car or other walkers.


On that day, we didn’t meet much of either, but we did go past a field and a curious donkey who watched as we sauntered by.

I, for once, had taken my camera, because I wanted to snap a few shots along the way.  Not of nature and greenery, but of a couple of walls.  A strange thing to take photos of, perhaps, but in our little village, where houses are very old . . . I never go past without admiring some of the old stone walls.

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There’s the wall around the graveyard . . . and then several similar walls on a few of the houses.

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And then there’s the inner walls of the really ancient communal bread oven, just in front of our house.

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Bread oven which is used by neighbours, about once a year, for some communal cooking. Although we haven’t cooked anything in it yet.

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And, so you can enjoy some of our blue skies . . . this is the 12th century church, which is just in front of our house too. 

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