Sunday rambling
I’ve written before about how busy May is for us and this year it’s more of the same. From a slow Spring, the garden has suddenly sprung into action as we find ourselves in...
Tagged: dog walks
When A Walk Is Much More
This month we’ve been supporting the Schnauzerfest awareness campaign: Spring Forward For Schnauzerfest. It’s a celebration of getting out on daily walks, giving dogs the freedoms and joys that come from this. Sharing the...
Snow days are fun days
We almost never get snow where we live in France. Winter temperatures do regularly fall below zero but snow is rare. The last time we got more than a fleeting flurry was a few...
Wandering and wondering
Whilst we soaked up the atmosphere, enjoyed the architecture, views and history, many centuries worth of aromas that infused the cobbles provided Susie-Belle and Renae with their amusement Saving Susie-belle, 2014 I wrote those...
Winter Solstice
It was minus six degrees this morning as Albert Claude and I went up the lane and round the pond in time to see the Winter Solstice sun rise. Cold, beautiful and quiet. A...
It’s all a bit orange this month
October is the busiest month of the year for Schnauzerfest and it’s always a productive and fun time. Even last year when COVID-19 messed up plans, we adapted. I am so glad we did....
Where 10 years brings us to
Walking the dogs has been part of our daily routine since we first brought Jasmine home as a puppy 25 years ago. When we adopted Susie-Belle, exactly 10 years ago, she was a dog...
Sharing the sunflowers
When we arrive at the top of our lane we always pause. The dogs’ heads dip down, busy noses snuffle out scents caught in the thick grassy verge. It’s August, the sunflowers are out...
Midsummer
It’s past midsummer, a time usually in south-west France when our walks would be at dawn, to be home before the heat rises. This year there is no rush for us to be out...
What we do is what we are doing
Late spring and we’re walking a familiar path with the dogs. The sun’s warm but a nippy wind keeps us from lingering. Albert Claude is hurtling along up ahead, nose to the ground. Hard...