After a busy couple of weeks I decided it was time for a bit of a break. There's been lots of dyeing, lots of behind the scenes admin, and it was time to go and breath some fresh air.
It's tempting to say this landscape is wild, but its not. That funny lump in the middle of the grass is a conifer seedling that's escaped being eaten by the sheep. The conifer plantation is just over the hill, and is very much a man made addition to the landscape.
Then there are the sheep, the hillsides round here have been shaped by generations of grazing, and even at such low stocking densities they have an impact.
This is looking out at The Rhinogydd, and in the far distance we could just spot Snowdon. We were only out for the morning, and you can see the weather front we were aiming to avoid rolling in from the coast.
The air up here is incredibly clean, we're a long way away from any major cities and roads, so the lichen covers the walls and trees.
The dogs love these hilly walks, and enjoy bounding through the long grass, tussocks, and marsh far more than their humans. Gwen surveyed all she could see... and then spent the afternoon pinning me to the sofa while she slept off her exertions!
There have been doggy woof's in my ear... Gwen is most upset about her lack of presence on the blog reccently. Of course being Gwen the woof's were rather loud and enthusiastic and have left me a trifle deaf, but it's hard to resist her!
So here we go, yesterday was not raining, for December in Wales this is something of a victory. I've also been indulging in the Christmas spirit(s) of late so a little exercise was called for!
Gwen appears to have been inspired by Kate Davies' dog Bruce, I think she quite likes the look of him, of course she quite likes the look of any boy dog...
When we get out of the car we go up a very steep hill, the humans is so slow, and even worse they make us walk on leads so we don't chase in to the cottage nearby and say hello to their dogs. My silly daughter Meg pulls the humans up the hill, but I am not so stupid, I saunter along at my own pace, but before too long I get to go off the lead and explore sniffs.... lots of sniffs... so many good smells in the forest!
Even better in the forest I get to play with my pink squeaky bone, I love my pink squeaky bone, I also love my squeaky road kill, my squeaky pheasant, and squeaky ratty, but I'm not allowed to bring them with me. Apparently they would get soggy...
Pink squeaky bone is good fun in the water
The humans throw him, and I have to find him, I love the water, it cools me down after the steep hill.
Sometimes the humans try and make me play more than I want to though, a girl mustn't run around too much, she might run out of energy before the end of the walk.
So when that happens I pounce on Mr Bone and run off looking very pleased with myself becase I have fooled the stupid humans.
This is part 2 of a post from yesterday... that was chewed in half once I hit publish. I think the website software is as worn out as I am!
Woof, today I would like to tell you about sticks, yesterday I told you about playing with my pink squeaky bone, but when I'm out on walks in the forest with my Katie she lets me play with sticks. Sticks are great fun, they go crunch and snap when I chew on them.
Sometimes I like to carry the stick by myself, but other times I decide to make a human help me.
Eventually though I am stronger than the weak human and pull the stick out of their hands and run off. I think this is very clever of me.
Sometimes though the humans tease me, they hold the stick up very high, but really it's a chance to show off what a good jumper I am.
I can jump very very high, and the humans keep telling me I'm middle aged and should calm down, I think this is rubbish, I'm still a fit young thing.
Sometimes we find a huge stick. These sticks are the bestest sticks. I would play with one all day, but the humans won't help me carry it home. They is very mean. My daughter Meg doesn't understand the importance of sticks, or squeaky toys. She only likes balls, I think this is very narrow mnded of her, balls are fun, but so are many other things to play with. At times I wonder how such a stupid dog can be my daughter, she's even scared of aeroplanes, which is very silly of her.
The humans keep telling me that in a week's time it will be Christmas. I like Christmas as my Mummy doesn't sew, and my Katie doesn't do stuff with wool, and my Nicky comes home from university and we get to go on all the good walks.