Now There’s a good word.
# The hills are alive with...
The sound of Undulations #
I sang as I ran
(use your imagination here, ok?)
A magnificent day on the
Long Mynd... mynd I said!?!
As undulations go you must admit this is pretty spectacular?
We took a picnic. Ellie enjoyed her two hours romping and yomping over the heather. With tongue hanging out she zoomed off and like a good sheepdog crossed with a Sky Tours rep kept doubling back to check whether the party of old dears were keeping up. We were! Stopping every hundred yards or so to admire the view, well that was our excuse? The weather was glorious, our legs were strong as we strode over, round and up the undulations, causing us not a puff or a pant, nor yet a reprogramming of the old pacemakers. This having a dog is so invigorating for the heart, soul and mind, not to mention the undulations...