|image borrowed from moorlandguide.co.uk|
I was out, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air with Toby.
Toby is an old boy, he still manages to break into a run, very occasionally, but he struggles with scrambling over things. The walk I had decided on had three dog-unfriendly stiles, so I had to lift him up and place him on the other side. I am showing my years too but somehow we managed... I don't doubt that it looked utterly ridiculous! However, it was that or the cattle grid, and he can't cope with those either.
|The cuckoo stile!|
I'm still not sure that it wasn't uttered by a human.
Once over the stile we walked down the side of the field adjoining this sweet little cottage. I love the tiles on the roof.
The views are beautiful as they sweep across the barley fields, the meadows and across to Belleau.
This is how I normally see the cottage from two fields away - thereby saving myself from having to heave Toby over the triple stile obstacle.
* "cuckoo" is sometimes used to describe someone who acts in a peculiar or strange manner