7.25 miles for the intrepid three, 6.9 miles for me since I took a short cut to rendezvous with the elusive plumber. But Hey! the McMs are now shower enabled again, if also missing some ceiling.
A classic walk in many ways, including the attempted canine reproduction (doomed to failure since XY+XY=no puppies and terrier+labrador=can’t reach). And, of course, we had the now traditional lost border terrier. It was another day of “I hope it is like this for H&H” weather.
I hope we have all come away from this walk with an understanding of the havoc caused by sheep in one’s garden. Oh the sheep poo! the sheep poo! When will farmers make their fences stock proof? So asked the lady we met who was chasing sheep from her garden.
Sorry I couldn’t join you for coffee at the end. Hopefully Joanna had the traditional shed chocolate?
