When will we learn that if we PLAN anything, it goes belly up!
I suppose the good news is that there wasn’t actually a lot of planning involved today in what we’d intended to do.
Just a field trip somewhere, and we hadn’t decided exactly where anyway.
These past few mornings I’ve been awake around 6.30, just enough time to surface gently before the dog starts jumping off and on the bed as is her subtle hint she wants to go out. Ignore her at your peril. Not that she’s likely to squat her bot indoors, more of pawing your head until you take notice.
Hubby was awake first this morning, so he donned outer clothes and let her out into the garden.
Not a very nice morning actually, and when I pulled back the curtains I was met with a wall of fog.
I can’t remember the last time it was this thick. I couldn’t see the end of the garden anyway, and looking out of the kitchen window, the flats and crow tree were missing as my view was simply GREY!
Photos taken of crow’s nest in tree on April 1st.
We shelved plans to go anywhere and decided to walk up into town along the prom.
Coming up the slope, it was eerily silent, no crashing of waves or calling of gulls, as if the fog was absorbing all sound.
We could hardly see the shore line, but where we could, the waves rolling in were high and deep.
The cafe was still closed when we got into town, so we walked a little further and got chatting to a couple with one of the fluffiest GSDs I’ve ever seen. She was almost 10 and had had surgery on the ligaments in her hind legs earlier this year. She wasn’t all that interested in us or Maggie for that matter, but she was gorgeous. No fuss as such, but I did get a sniff from her and was able to sneak in a pat or two.
We went into the cafe and had tea and cake. Actually I had coffee and cheesecake for breakfast and Hubby had tea and carrot cake, all very nice and enjoyed in front of a log burner.
Coming out, it was like a Springer Spaniel convention, they were everywhere, and I’m not just talking one or two! I counted six on the beach and three on the prom, and all were liver and white. Maggie is only half springer and of the monochrome variety, but she was sociable with them all and they with her. We remember when she had the speed to chase balls, and I think maybe she was thinking about those days too as she looked back at us with what looked like a wistful expression on her face. The heart and mind are willing, but the body and arthritis don’t play ball, though she forgets sometimes and has her moments.
‘Can I?’‘You may’.
Photos from October 2017 eyeing up a crow to chase.
We got home at 11.30 and I started dinner, then as soon as that was in the oven, we did part two of our plan today and put the bird feeder up. No takers to the fat balls, seed or pork pie pastry as yet, but hopefully tomorrow word will have gone out that there’s a new bird cafe in town.
The fog sort of lifted this afternoon, but we’ve had another quiet day and may have our field trip tomorrow……… or at the weekend……. or sometime in the New Year.