A GENTLE RETURN.

Out with, but not gone to, the dogs.

My son and partner visit from Manchester with their two dogs.

I keep the kittens locked in their large cage, but the dogs only sniff them in passing. I think it would be different if they were running loose. Anyhow, we are not in for long as we take the dogs for some exercise in the plantation up the fell.

The good weather continues, but I haven’t ventured much further than the garden. An hour’s weeding tires me out. My back is still very sore, so I’m unable to wear a rucksack — a reminder to take it easy. However, the chance to have a walk, no matter how short, is too good to miss.

The dogs know their way around the plantation and once in the open run themselves silly before cooling off in the stream.

We enjoy the dry paths, all the new greenery and the abundant bird song. There is always time for some tree hugging.

Hardly more than a mile, but invigorating for me to be out and about again. It’s good to be alive, a hackneyed phrase, but simple pleasures with the family are precious.

A sociable lunch and the family head home.

I head to bed almost straight away and sleep for 12 hours.

10 thoughts on “A GENTLE RETURN.

  1. Conrad Robinson

    It must be two weeks ago now and you are still sore and tired. An indication of how serious it all was. But good to see you out again. It is a joy to see the dogs enjoying themselves. We all look forward to your resumption of further adventures..

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  2. Michael Graeme

    Sometimes an hour out can be as much of a tonic as a whole day. Here’s to speedy recovery. 👍

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