See that line in the field behind the dogs?

We made that, we did it over a few years and we did it by walking the fields.

Hardly anybody uses it, apart from the chap that owns all 216 acres of it and it links to more fields, a short road past a vineyard and even more fields.

I know this because we walk it regularly, anywhere between four and seven miles on a given walk – and Milo still has enough energy at the moment to run for the sheer joy of it for lots of the time.

Cairo is still propelled by rocket fuel but she’s better at coming back now after she runs off on the hunt.

We do a LOT of walking and we added some time on today to help look for a farmer’s lost dog ( not found yet, but I’m hopeful it’ll turn up soon).

Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, I think.

You don’t have to be the life of the party or one of those fucking people who wants to be everyone’s friend.

But when you get offered a choice, take the nicer one if you can.

Walk instead of driving sometimes, take a moment to look at the everyday beauty that you miss if you’re head-down and hurrying, or calling another driver a cunt because they don’t want to drive as fast as YOU do.

Take a breath.

There’s miles and miles of bluebells around here right now, they’re ethereal, beautiful and short lived.

Like us.

If you can, choose that slower, nicer path, enjoy these days while we have them.

Happy Sunday all