The Farmer and I took a walk together on Monday. We decided to stay local. Our village is nice enough, but we’re close to major roads all round, so you can never roam that far without crossing busy roads or walking concrete subways etc. But there are some lovely little footpaths about that I often forget about or think they’re only suitable for summer. With this walk I knew it would be muddy, very muddy, that’s what was appealing about it 🙂
I told The Farmer we were going on a mini adventure, he helped me with our pack up and off we went. He stepped out of the front door and told me his legs were aching. Deep breath, big smile!! ‘Look at that green car! Look at that fluffy dog! Look puddle!’ I said anything to distract him and it worked. Once off the road we followed this lovely old holloway out onto the fields.
It was squelchy with a tiny little stream of water to redirect with sticks and a bridge to trip-trap over.
Every stile was flooded, the fields were completely waterlogged. All of these things were good. It meant his crazy little mind was distracted from the unappealing thought of walking.
Not far into our walk (we’d started about 11ish) we decided to sit in the middle of a sunny field and eat lunch. A pack up of ham sandwiches, Pom Bears and Malted Milk biscuits seemed spot on, along with a flask of hot chocolate. We sat and chatted we the sun on our backs, it was lovely.
Onwards and of course we had to collect sticks, to help us up the hill. The complaints started, tired legs, too small, need a rest. The promise of a stop at the playground motivated him to keep going. Whilst he was complaining about walking, he was always 10 steps ahead of me, so it can’t have been that bad.
He spun me on the roundabout till I wanted to vomit, then we headed home, buying cakes on the way. We walked via the secret steps. They’re not secret, everyone in the village knows about them, but don’t let The Farmer know that 😉