Whenever I go home for a weekend, it's nice to spend an hour or so taking the dog on a walk she loves- down to the woods. This weekend was particularly nice autumn weather, with golden sun streaming down between the trees- and no rain. It felt like a proper, autumn Sunday morning with plenty of other dog walkers out and leaves that were still golden and not yet at the brown mulch stage.
There's something childishly enjoyable about getting really, really muddy when you know you can go home and wash your boots off right away. I didn't quite get to the level of jumping with both feet into the deepest puddles I could find, unlike a lot of the children around the woods this Sunday, but Saffy and I did come back with very muddy feet (and tummy in Saffy's case).
A walk in the woods obviously requires a tartan scarf, and a pair of boots to get covered in glorious mud!
As far as Saffy's concerned, no trip to the woods is complete without a visit to the 'doggy beach'. I actually tried to avoid this, but she pulled the puppy-dog-eyes look, before threatening to run down here whether I wanted to or not! She might look all lovely and serene, just paddling away, but I missed getting any photos of her having a rather serious tug-of-war with another dog, over a three foot long stick- which she then proceeded to hit me round the shins with until I threw it for her. Pets, eh?!
And after all the excitement I did manage to finally drag her away from the water... poor thing got a bit confused as to why we couldn't go different ways around the trees!