A WALK IN OWL WOOD

Today began with a beautiful autumn sunrise, which held the promise of a good day. 


Your dad got stuck into some bricklaying - he is doing an excellent job, as I will show you in a few days.   I still can't walk too far, or help out with the bricklaying, so I soon got down to some sewing and listening to Radio 4, bliss!  Then the sighs started.  The reproachful looks. Toby just feels cheated when anyone else I walks him.  Believe me,  I felt the guilt, tried to ignore it ... but couldn't. I tried on my Muckboots but they hurt my toe, so I had to make do with my old faithful sandals.  Comfortable, no pressure on my broken toe - but they do leave my fat, white, toes exposed ...


Toby was thrilled as I made my way through the vegetable garden and led the way into the wood - Pip followed, slowly.  The hens were nowhere to be seen.

This is how the floor of the wood looks, Jonny.  Beautiful colours, crunchy textures.  Autumn is having an effect and transforming everywhere.

Toby loved his walk with me.  Pip lagged so far behind that we met her on the fourth side of the walk - virtually back at the start!!

and the hens finally came running and pecking around my bare, vulnerable toes...

luckily I had prepared for this and had plenty of chard (their new favourite) with me

so we managed our escape while they were otherwise occupied!

This is the view from the wood - rich, brown ploughed soil.  Very different from when you left.


Lots of love,


Mum
xxx