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I love the park at this time of the year. The leaves of some trees starting to turn golden brown while others remain green. Almost all of them starting to litter the grass. It’s a magical time; the slow demise of Summer heralding the birth of Autumn. We still have a couple of weeks of this preface but it feels like it’s already here.
Obviously, it helps when the day is sunny. It also helped Mirinda who had to go to town today for her now almost regular, Thursday staff meet and greet.
And this week she was gifted a cardamom bun. I am now deeply upset with Rowena. Surely she knows how much I love them.
In the meanwhilst, I ate a cold chicken breast, wrapped in bacon and stuffed with seed mustard and mozzarella with proper mayonnaise drizzled over it, which was lovely but, really, it’s not a substitute for cardamom buns.
What was lovely, as I’ve said, was the park. Emma agreed with me, though she only had eyes for her tennis ball rather than any leaves falling.
I read a blog post today regarding how dog walking in Britain has changed since the pandemic. There were a lot of people who suddenly became dog people in order to have an excuse to get out and about or, simply, to keep them company. There’s nothing wrong with that, obviously, but now, as things return to normal, they seem to take no joy in walking them.
According to the blog post, dog walkers no longer greet each other as often or stop and chat. This, I think, is very sad. I have not found this, however. Every time I take the dogs to the park, almost everyone greets almost everyone else. There are people who don’t say anything but they existed before Covid as well. I, personally, haven’t noticed an increase.
In fact, today, the lady who used to have two Drontal dogs, greeted me and asked if I was the gentleman she often sees walking into town. I said yes. She then said she didn’t know I had two dogs. I did wonder how people would recognise someone who had two dogs unless they had the dogs with them but I simply introduced them.
Freya, obviously, went and said hello to the remaining Drontal dog while Emma guarded her ball under the bench I was sitting on.
Eventually, it was time to wander home – Emma decides this by picking the ball up and heading back.
On the way, we greeted (and were greeted by) many dog walkers and even a couple of joggers. Maybe Farnham Park is the friendliest park in Britain. I don’t know. It might be why I love it. Whatever the season.
