It’s grey, cold and drizzly, a typical November day in England. Nevertheless Rick needs his exercise so this afternoon we set off to explore a track that leads to a Nature Reserve. We followed the track past a farm and out into the countryside until we came to a gate. The ‘kissing gate’ appeared to be locked so I clambered, with some difficulty, over a very high stile. We followed the pathway to the woods until we came upon a small lake; several ducks flew up as we approached and a heron flew up and perched in one of the trees.
|spot the heron|
The light was fading fast so we headed back towards the farm. I struggled back over the stile, even more difficult this time as I had a poo bag in one hand. On closer examination of the kissing gate I found it wasn’t locked at all. Bah!