Making sense of it all

I walked the dog in the woods on my own today as Hubby wasn’t feeling too good.
It was quiet apart from the sound of my footsteps on the pathway, the occasional harsh laughter of a woodpecker and some birdsong in the distance.
People were few and far between until I reached one particular crossways and was suddenly greeted by Lily, a rescue greyhound, who a few weeks ago had discovered The Biscuit Pocket. I joined her owner and her other dog for a while so had a bit of company.
Coming from the direction of the Des Res (a debris hut in the making) was a young collie pup, jack russell and owner. We exchanged a few words in passing then I turned left at Humphrey’s Stump and the Three Whippet Man was walking down towards me.
Doing the Bunny Route in reverse, our tree of interest is still leaning precariously and more than likely the next heavy winds will finally uproot it and the arms of its neighbours will be insufficient to defy gravity.
I saw a fox at the bottom of the copse. It was much bigger than Maggie, and could possibly have been one of the cubs we saw last year.
In total, I was walking for about an hour.

Recently I have managed to do a ‘series’ of posts on a particular subject (Christmases Past and Present, The Camping Chronicles, Mother in Law) and have been wondering what I could do next.
I don’t exactly excel in anything, so would say I know a bit about a little, a bit more about some things but not a lot about everything else.
This morning though, I became aware of four of my Five Senses: touch, sight, hearing, and smell.
sensesI had to pass on Taste as there was nothing to eat (apart from dog biscuits) and Smell didn’t get much of a workout (it’ll be different this afternoon as it’s been raining) but the others were in full swing, I suppose more so because I was on my own.

I therefore thought about a personal view on each over the next few days. I am lucky in that I have all 5, and would miss out on so much if just one failed.


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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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