This morning we were sitting on the newly cleaned patio furniture that Carmen had decided to decorate with her paw prints, when Mirinda said, “Let’s go to Frensham.” This set poodle hearts a-racing. Mirinda went upstairs to change while I slowly prepared things downstairs.
Although I tried to time it a lot better, the puppies and I were ready heaps quicker and were sat in Sidney waiting. Every time there was movement from inside the house, two little heads would turn in that direction from the back seat.
Carmen & Day-z waiting (im)patiently for Mirinda
Eventually we set off.
We love walking around Frensham Pond. Not quite as much as Hankley but it’s a close run thing. One of the things I’m not that keen on at Frensham is its popularity. There is always too many cars parked there. Today, for the second time in a row, we were forced to use the second car park while we much prefer the first.
I’m not just being churlish about this. Logically, the more cars there are, the more people. It’s crowds I’m not keen on. Fortunately today they all seem to have been down by the water’s edge, upsetting the fishermen because we didn’t see any hordes.
We did see a few dogs however and the poodles were totally embarrassing, as they generally are with other dogs. But not this time, the swans, who managed to glide around without attracting undue attention from Carmen Swanchaser. A family were actually feeding the two swans and two ducks from the wall that Carmen leapt from last time we came to Frensham so perhaps that’s why.
Ducks and swans at Frensham
We had a lovely walk; even the burnt bits looked lovely today. And, most importantly, the gorse has started to bloom. Ah, spring is sprung.
It was blue skies in the morning so that’s why we rushed off to frensham – and just as well as it is now grey in the afternoon
isn’t it strange how we say blue skies? there is only one sky, after all