One thing I am so glad that we decided NOT to live in London is that I don't have to walk the dogs in the city. For the last 10 years, we were fortunate to have a designated bike/walk path behind our house (or even behind our apartment, which was on the same path) and we enjoyed walking in the desert. Now, we've got a walking path in the field.
Well, it's not a designated walking path, but it feels like it. It's a very narrow, single lane road, some parts are paved and some are not. Cars do go by but not that frequent in this village.
We first pass our neighbor Oscar.
Then pass by an old church.
Then the field.
More field.
Then a narrow cranking path. This is not a one way street, and it's on a hill. I would not want to think about backing up to let other car pass here...
At the end of the walk, my shoes and my jeans are spattered with mud, even when it's not raining (mud does not dry here). If I get spattered, well, dogs' underbellies are soaking wet with mud.
Ha, welcome to the UK! I'm Australian but have been living here for some years. We have a German Shepherd, and taking her virtually anywhere at the moment means giving her a bath afterwards. And usually me too (though I prefer to use the bathroom rather than the bathtub outside).
ReplyDeleteOn the plus side, you've arrived at pretty much the darkest, coldest and wettest time of the year: spring and (sometimes) summer can be lovely!
I know, I can't wait for the warmer season to arrive. Though the fields are beautiful as is even in this dreary weather, I'm sure when they are greener, it would be even more gorgeous.
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