Windy Walks and a Scruffy Sidekick
Rick,
our scruffy little character, likes his days to follow a certain
rhythm—and so do I, to be honest. We’re both usually up by 6am,
bleary-eyed but ready to face whatever the day brings (usually
breakfast, for starters).
After our usual routine, Rick had his morning village walk, tail up, nose down, doing the rounds. He bumped into a few of his doggy mates, which gave me a chance for a quick natter with their humans. It’s always a nice way to ease into the day—small talk, wagging tails, and shared complaints about the wind.
Speaking of which, the sun was out, but there was a real cool breeze blowing through. Susan and I had hoped to get in an early morning cycle, but the wind was a bit too strong today. We're both keen to get a few kilometres under the belt soon—hopefully the weather settles down in the next few days so we can head out.
Rick had a bit of a dodgy tummy overnight, so I packed extra poo bags—just in case. Thankfully, no emergencies, but we weren’t taking chances!
Back home, it was garden chore time. I repotted a fern, did a quick check on the greenhouse plants, and Rick supervised with his usual enthusiasm (which mainly involved barking at birds and looking proud). That supervision quickly turned into full-on ball play, because apparently plants aren’t the only things needing attention.
Today was also boiler service day, so the house was a bit chaotic for a while. Still, by late morning, we had ticked off a fair few jobs and headed over to Sarah’s house (daughter) to strim the weeds. Another thing off the list.
All in all, a busy little day, but one with the kind of rhythm that makes you feel things are ticking along just right—even if the dog did need a few more loo stops than usual.

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