It’s all too easy to fall into a pattern of walking in the same old places, when you’ve got a dog who needs- nay, cries out for- a long daily trek in someplace muddy. There are three spots locally (a lush forest, heathland, and the lake) that we have on dog walk-rotation, plus a fourth that acts as backup for when I’m feeling A.bored, or B.adventurous. Recently though, we’ve been trying to mix things up a little. Venture further afield than our usual welly-stomping grounds, and get lost in rolling fields and on hillsides and in forests.
The challenge we’ve set ourselves this autumn is to just…get lost. Drive into the countryside, ditch the car, and then explore on foot in the watery sunshine and crisp breezes and sharp rain showers. Watch pheasants scatter when Teddy goes charging towards them, and spot deer bounding away far up ahead. And after all that, there’s nothing else to do but stumble into the nearest pub to warm up with platefuls of hearty things.