Old Dog`s Sunday Walk

Yesterday, morning fog slowly thinned under weak sunlit skies and a damp chill stayed in the air. On a family walk, Old Dog and his smallest human friend wanted to stay together. He had slept beside her on the living room floor as she played with a toy farm all afternoon.

Dog on a lead.......

.....in a bit of a tangle.....

......but soon sorted out and off for a walk with Granddad.

The moles had been busy, out on the Forest grass.

In woodland leaf litter, we found earthballs emerging....

...and what might have been an orange Fly Agaric.

Bonfire smoke, from a woodland garden, drifted across the valley.

On our way back home for tea, we passed Forest ponies cropping grass still silver with dew from the damp and misty morning.