Tuesday 28th November 2014
It started off sunny, so Jez stayed snoozing. Which was a shame, really, as by the time Max and I got to Canford Heath the sun had disappeared. Jez’s absence did mean that we were able to do a slightly different walk and take the path above the crematorium – which was where we saw the cows.
We walked on to the top of Longfleet Drive and then took the path that runs in front of the old pit for a short way. This is where one of Max’s little pools can be found, so he made a b-line for it. As you can see, he wasn’t happy that I stopped to take a photo before throwing his cone.
A short distance along and we turned down towards the stream. But first, the big ‘hidden’ pond is back now that there is more water on the heath, so Max was able to have a short swim.
Heading towards the stream this was the view across the heath (you can see what I mean about lack of sunshine).
Our next stop was the stream, where Max had another short game of cone. There was bad news though. Winter conservation work has re-started on the heath and this time they have cut down the trees near the stream that normally provide Max’s emergency cone suppy.
So we will have to make sure we have enough cones to play in the stream and nearby gullies in future.
We headed back towards the car via Hotchkiss Cross. As we walked down Longfleet Drive I took this photo of the few remaining Sweet Chestnut leaves on one of the trees there.
And so we came home. I had made Chris the offer of us all going out together for a walk and having lunch out, but he had too much work for that. Instead we simply went for lunch at the St Peter’s Finger in Lychett Minster.
As usual in a pub Jez insisted on lying in the middle of the bar so that she could keep an eye on everything that was going on on and greet everyone who tried to get past her.
We only had a light lunch. Chris had a cheese baguette and I had a hot dog.
And last, but by no means least, the birthday boy – pulling a silly face for some reason.
Happy Birthday Chris!
A year ago today
Guess what? It was Chris’ birthday. Only on this day we had driven down to Deerpark Cabins in Cornwall for a short break. Here’s Chris about to tuck into his dinner that night.