The fields...

I had a divine walk this evening! Through the woods behind Herongate, and the tall grasses of the Woodland Trust meadows and the Hartswood area behind Thorndon Hall.

I love the high grasses, especially when I am allowed off the lead and I can run through them. Bunker loved it as well I could see. He was like a child skipping behind me through the grass, stopping to pick some grasses for a wildflower bouquet and of course stopping to look at every flower he sees. I even caught him eyeing some seeds when he thought I wasn't looking. I bet he'd like to sow those in his garden. Though to be homest I don't know what he sees in Achillea ptarmica, or Sneezewort as it's more commonly known. Personally I prefer grass.

He loves it when I take him for a long walk (so does Munker by-the-way, who has been known to moan if we walk for too long).

However as much as I love a nice long walk, I wish people would keep their dogs on a leash! There's nothing so annoying as walking along minding your own business and then having a dog rush up to you to stick his nose up your bum! How rude is that? Dog owners these days! I had to tell those two young pups off. I say, doesn't anybody teach their offspring manners these days? What is the world coming to? Bah!

For now, I have to leave you again, while I do not need any beauty sleep, a long nap would be nice so I can go running through the fields again tomorrow.

Love to all (except rude dogs - you know who you are),
Charlie,


Dowager Duchess of Ingrave & Herongate