Being out in the countryside with my dogs gives me time to think. I’ve learnt the pleasure of solitude without being lonely, and that’s a good feeling for me.
REMEMBER JOSH MacRae’s 1960’s song Messing About on The River? Skippers and mates and rowing club eights / All messin’ about on the river, went the lyrics.
THOSE TWO dogs get three walks a day – a short one first thing in the morning and another last thing at night. In the afternoon Inka and I go out together for an hour’s tramp through fields or woods or somewhere near water. Sadly Macbeth can no longer keep up and can’t go the distance. I miss his company.