You might think that as a semi-rural dwellers, Boristhedog is spoilt for choice when it comes to finding places to go for a walk. It's not that simple. The village is surrounded by farmland, much of which is populated by sheep, and as we all know, sheep and dogs are not a good combination. Boris is a country dog
Most of his walks are gentle now, he's getting on a bit at fourteen and although he still has the oomph to pull me off my feet, his burst of speed are less prolonged than they used to be. Many of his walks are simple meanderings around the village to the park, or into the non-sheep field at the back of the house. This morning we went a little further away along the A70 road towards Lanark to a Forestry Commission wood called Camilty. Over the years this place has changed from plantation to dense forest and more recently to harvested timber. It is rather sad to see the trees cut down but there is beauty in the corridor of logged timber, laid out in neat four metre high heaps ready for seasoning and the sawmill.
It was chilly this morning. After all the mild and wet weather this was a bit of a shock to the system, and I was glad of my hat and gloves and warm down jacket. Boris, of course, stepped out quite happily in bare feet!
The puddles looked as though they had frozen in stages with the ice forming distinct strata.
Home again now, so the old dog can lie in front of the fire for the rest of the afternoon, and I have a nice mug of tea.
Happy New Year.