skidded, we squished, we slipped and slithered. With stout legs pumping we valiantly wallowed on.
‘Imagine the Norman soldiers marching towards Ludlow Castle through this lot!’
‘All without Goretex and stout waterproofed boots’ my reply floated on the still snowy air.
Snow it really wasn’t, from a distance it looked, well snowy. On closer inspection it was just frozen water. Alright I am fully aware that that is exactly the composition of snow, however this was poor mans snow, thin like gruel.
‘Let’s walk on the footpath at the fields edge instead of the lane’ intrepidly I cried. I walked in at 5’4” out at 6’3” the mud, mud glorious mud, nothing quite like it for growing the bod.
A family the other side of the hedgerow powered by as we ploughed valiantly on with ageing limbs screaming at the injustice.
‘Not the best of ideas!’ He said as we rejoined the lane at the footpath’s end. Walking through puddles my inner child resurfaced as I cleaned my boots...
Splish, splash, splosh,
The family far away on the horizon disappeared into the snowy landscape looking for all the world like Lowry figures as they diminished into the distance. And in a puff of snow were gone.
Hanging in the hedge was a large chunk of straw...
‘Got a bag?’
‘Only a doggy-do bag!’
In wonder he watched as I carefully stuffed the bag full of the bounty of the hedgerow.
‘Been easier to buy what you want from a pet shop’ he chuntered under his breath. He has long ago given up on asking what the plan is I have in mind!
We took it in turns to carry it looking for all the world as if Ellie’s diet was straw and not much else? Jauntily I walked along gaily swinging the thing pleased with my unlooked for treasure.
Getting home tired but happy, I charged Ellie’s Kong with cheese and special biscuits.
Meanwhile our chunks of homemade Christmas cake and wodge of strong cheddar undid all the good the walk had done. Galleons of builders strength tea ensured these intrepid soldiers were fortified on their return to camp.