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.
Here he is, now 10 months and 36 kilos of muscle, totally recovered from his recent little op.
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.
There’s the wall around the graveyard . . . and then several similar walls on a few of the houses.
And then there’s the inner walls of the really ancient communal bread oven, just in front of our house.
Bread oven which is used by neighbours, about once a year, for some communal cooking. Although we haven’t cooked anything in it yet.
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.