My good lady wife & I spent the afternoon walking the dog, not very often I am fit enough to do so these days.
Well I say walking the dog .... We decided to walk the footpath just accross the road from our place.
Aww, that's nice I hear you say !?
Nice wasn't really the word for it .... Feck me, that bleeding footpath has certainly boecome very overgrown in the last 18 months ( personaly I blame the Pixies )
Quarter of a mile in it became very dense, so I picked up the dog so as I could carry him, just as well he is a Yorkie, poor little bugger was getting stuck in the brambles.
I left the other half to follow on behind.
know I shouldn't larf but !! .... My wife is only 4ft 10" & I didn't notice that I had left her a fair way behind.
Got to the end of that section of footpath ( Little cross roads between 2 fields ).
Turned round to see where the wife was at, all I could see was the thick weeds, brambles, thistles & nettles moving about in the distance .... All I could hear was Ohh, Oww, Ouch, Bu**er, " what the F**k did you come this way for "
She finaly emerged & was definitely not amused when she saw the next section of footpath was even worse.
Needless to say, being a true gent, I dragged her accoss 5 fields of planted Maze to a more suitable footpath.
Gone most of the afternoon & only covered about 4 miles doing a small circuit of the valley.
Oh well at least the dog is knackered, hes not looked to go down the road this evening.
Nice & sunny though.
