We had rain this morning. The puppies were very worried that they would get no walk. Emma was so concerned that she insisted on hours of ball chasing around the house. Obviously, Freya just looked out the windows with equal amounts of joy that she was sheltered and concern that she’d have to sleep all day.
After lunch, there was a bit of a break in the weather. It was still dripping, but not what Freya would call rain. So we set off for our usual walk around Mount Trosa. As we walked, so the rain vanished completely.
The rain had left things all a bit damp and slippery. Stumps, covered in moss, took on the attributes of sponges and big boulders lost their traction.
For our last couple of walks, I’ve managed to brave the narrow tracks through the woods, fear of falling over dispelled by the dryness of the surfaces but, today, we all stuck to the surrounding path.
The walk was lovely; a great escape from the confines of the house. While it’s cosy enough inside, it’s always good to get out and breathe a bit of life. Mind you, we only saw two other dog walkers and a rather speedy bicycle and none of them chatted beyond the obligatory, “hej, hej.“
Back at home, the dogs decided it would be a good idea to leap all over me. This was possibly the highlight of my day. While Freya does it a lot, it’s rare for Emma to join in.
In terms of human contact, I had a rather cryptic message from Mirinda, but nothing else from Portugal. I also had a brief exchange with Fi regarding the delivery of flowers and using her phone number. Oh, and I waved at Beth on the way home.
Such is life here, in Trosa.
That mossy stump looks like a large bright green frog!
It was 29 today in Coimbra. Yikes. We spent much of it in a monastery. Amanda actually saw a monk. She said his cassock was unexpectedly short.