It's been such a busy week and every day I seem to walk the dogs later and later. It doesn't help that the days are getting shorter and shorter at the moment. We only set out at dusk today, the (almost) full moon was rising. We saw a ghostly figure in the woods. Of course, I know he's not a ghost, he's one of the village people. No, not one of The Village People (you have to be over 40 to remember them, 'Y-M-C-A' .... Christmas party on my mind!), but one of the elderly residents of the village.
The dogs think differently. He unnerves them, moving quietly through the undergrowth and appearing as if from nowhere. The first time I saw him I had to stifle a scream (shivers at the thought), then asked the font of all knowledge in the village who he is. He lives in the big house where Midsomer Murders is sometimes filmed - really! Spooky!
Anyway, I know what he's up to in the woods. I've seen him. He's leaving food for the foxes. It's an eclectic diet he serves for them. Sometimes cake, or chips, rice or bread. I have to stop my guzzlers from diving in there. I'm not sure I have sympathy for his cause. Last winter, whilst walking the dogs in the snow, we were followed by a hungry vixen. She wasn't aggressive but she watched us carefully to see if we dropped anything - as if! Surprisingly, the dogs weren't bothered at all. Perhaps they recognised a kindred spirit.
We do enjoy our daily adventures - why not tell me about your dog walking adventures?