My day started as most days shouldn’t. Tap, tap, tap. Pause. Tap, tap, tap.
Whispering, “Mammy?” Tap, tap, tap.
She honestly could just call my name.
Anyway, after slow moving morning we headed out for what I anticipated being a very soggy walk. The forecast for today really wasn’t doing anyone any favours but, as fortune would have it, we started our walk in a break in the weather. I would love to take credit for good planning, but we were just lucky!
We took one of our favourite wanders along the paths and down towards the weir. Wee Daftie loves the mud and muck down there. There’s also lots of ducks to see, trees to hide behind, dogs to pet and fungi to find. After spotting the very cool looking turkey tail last week, she’s been wanting to make another fun (gi!) discovery. She got rathe upset when we found something called coral spot, which is basically a tree disease and she did not like the notion of an ill tree!
I didn’t time how long we spent down by the weir, but it felt like we spent more time rambling and exploring than walking down there, which was lovely. It was very squishy and skiddy in the muck. At one point, Wee Daftie said, “Mammy! Come down here! I just want to see how long it will take to get down the hill!” I am not the most graceful of people at the best of times but this slipperiness underfoot makes the usual challenge of walking infinitely more treacherous!
We made it home with all our steps well done just in time before the heavy rain and grey skies landed. Damp, grubby and ready for a soupy lunch, we had a super afternoon, bolstered by our lovely morning.
We only have three more days to go! Just some 30,000 more steps to go. Almost there.
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