The Devil, you say?
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♥Nov. 5th, 2013 // 04:47 pm♥
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This afternoon, after walking The Rats*, we took Jodie for a proper walk at The Devil's Kneading Trough, which is really quite dramatic:
And very pretty when the sun came out:
Jodie had a lovely romp around: she seems to like it if strange places are also nice and open, so that she can keep us in sight when she bounds off to explore and interesting smell. When we got there, we went to the viewpoint and looked at the trail down the hill, full of steps and switchbacks. We decided against it, and thought we'd walk along the top a bit instead, but then we found a path marked Nature Trail through the woods, which seemed nice. We pottered along, slightly alarmed that we were going generally down and would therefore have to go back up later, and it got steeper, and then we got to the bottom, followed the trail through a field full of cows, and... got to the bottom of the trail down the hill. Sigh. Still, it was a lovely walk, and the view was fabulous: when the sun came out, we could just about see it glinting off the sea.
The boys had a day off today (although, looking at the weather forecast, we probably should have saved that for tomorrow!), but the bottom end of the field was so soggy that we decided not to put them out in it. Instead, they had a couple of hours in the morning and an hour in the afternoon making a start on the tasty, tasty grass outside their stables that they don't normally get to munch their way through. If it's nearly as bad as forecast, I fear that they will have to do the same tomorrow. Hopefully it will dry off soon, so that the sitters can turn them out while we're away this weekend. Apparently, we've already had November's average rainfall, so that means it's going to be nice and dry for the rest of the month, right...?
* The WWOtV is on holiday for a few days. Her daughter is staying in the house, but is out at work during the day, so we said we'd take the dogs--a big Rottie, three pugs and two scrappy little terriers--for a walk around the field at lunch time. Yesterday, Mike had to do it by himself, and I don't envy him: we ended up dragging three of them on leads until we got to the far side of the field, by which time one of the ones not on a lead had given up and gone back home, and then when we got back to the farm yard there was more dragging to round them all up and get them back into the house.... Oddly, the Rottie, who usually goes nuts whenever anyone walks past the farmyard gate if he's in there, didn't make a sound as we let ourselves into the house. |
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