Storm Doris

As is our custom, we ignored  all warnings about the storm approaching. Luckily we did have a stock of candles, a wood burning stove and a scrabble board. However, this morning our wander about the village and into the wood was not as it should be. You can see from these pictures that Doris did have some fun.

 

Our Boss Bob started off on his ramble with us but after struggling across the first pile of branches he turned for home. He kept an eye on the fire while we went walk about to find some photographs. You can spot a certain collie wandering in and out of shot as she had fun checking out these new obstacles.

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Autumn doesn’t creep it scurries in..

I love this time of year as the scenery changes daily.

Well most things do…

Except Bob

One hundred years old and climbing

My eyes meader along the grass path which runs in a higgeldy piggeldy fashion towards the one hundred year old beech tree.

This majestic tree commands the sweeping fields beyond it.

Long arching branches bow low in the soft breeze sweeping the tender freshly cut grass. The air around it tingles with expectancy.

Stretching skywards the tip of the tree appears to brush heavens floor.

It’s extravagant size suggests it has regal dealings of a celestial nature.  Fluffy clouds perch on its top, lingering like surreal angels seeking a brief respite from their work.

Truth is this chameleon is hiding an earthly significance. It serves to remind us of natures calendar as it announces the season by the coat it wears.

Bob’s Diary: Wet

It has been a wet week but this is Ireland and summer is coming so what else can we expect?

I have been busy, found some new routes through a well-known wood.

I thought you might like to see them.

I was getting a little wet and tired

so lucky for me we found a place to shelter. (I was supposed to be taking care of her tennis ball, Ellie was off chasing a rainbow? )

The debate now is what color curtains will we put up?

 

 

Bob’s Diary: The hunt for Mudpile Wood

The thing is: I love cakes. So, I persuaded Ellie who loves to find stuff to help me find Mudpile wood.  (It didn’t take much persuasion, just a tennis ball.)

I kept telling the dumb dog we were looking for a particular tree, but she kept doing laps of the wood.

Eventually I had to tell her: Stop! Listen there are cakes under this tree!

That changed everything – the search became a blur.

Until: Yay!

We found it!

Now I just have to wait for that Ogre Breeze and his fairy friend who makes delicious cakes to show up!

They will never spot me, can you?