Down to the river.
May. 2nd, 2013 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnIt's been about six months since I have walked down to the Tamar, as poor Az had made it rather clear that the path was really too steep and rocky for his poor wobbly old back legs.
But today the weather was so lovely, and Az was bouncing about like a dog five years younger, so I decided we could risk going down to the river. Everything is covered in celandines or wood anemones, or just pretty golden moss. And Az made it all the way back up the hill afterwards AND he tried to go rushing over to bark at his nemesis, Molly the Collie when he got to the top. I am now crossing fingers that he will not be suffering for it tomorrow.
Unusually, I did not take any photos of dogs. I don't know what came over me. Have a few photos of the valley instead.
As we returned along the steep and very narrow lane, which is flanked by stone walls for at least a mile before you get to the point where I took this photo, and is rarely more than about 8 feet across, I spied a sign, warning that the lane was... steep and narrow. Out of sheer nosiness, I wish I had been walking along here when whatever Incident it was that led to the erection of this sign occurred. I am hoping it might have been a jam that would trump even the Great Mattress Lorry Kerfuffle of a couple of years back.
But today the weather was so lovely, and Az was bouncing about like a dog five years younger, so I decided we could risk going down to the river. Everything is covered in celandines or wood anemones, or just pretty golden moss. And Az made it all the way back up the hill afterwards AND he tried to go rushing over to bark at his nemesis, Molly the Collie when he got to the top. I am now crossing fingers that he will not be suffering for it tomorrow.
Unusually, I did not take any photos of dogs. I don't know what came over me. Have a few photos of the valley instead.
As we returned along the steep and very narrow lane, which is flanked by stone walls for at least a mile before you get to the point where I took this photo, and is rarely more than about 8 feet across, I spied a sign, warning that the lane was... steep and narrow. Out of sheer nosiness, I wish I had been walking along here when whatever Incident it was that led to the erection of this sign occurred. I am hoping it might have been a jam that would trump even the Great Mattress Lorry Kerfuffle of a couple of years back.
