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The sunrise was magnificent this morning. As I reached the pedestrian bridge across the Trossen, I wanted to take a photo of the red tinged trees along the river banks. I stopped and started to take off a glove. I decided against it when the cold hit my bare hand. Instead, I continued walking to the ICA where the warmth greeted me with all the encouragement of a smiling friend.
I had decided I was going to venture out after my foot behaved well over the last few days and, I’m glad to report, I managed to get there, shop and return in only slightly more time than normal.
I think I’ve turned a corner. And, given there’s only the one corner between home and the ICA, it won’t be long before I’m back to Gaz normal.
Back at home, I was in great need of a bit of a sit down with a coffee but, otherwise, all was good. So good, in fact, that I took the girls for a post lunch walk as well. Two walks in one day. This hasn’t happened for a while. And it felt good.
The day was spectacularly beautiful with blue sky and beaming sun. It even felt warm on the open road. Though, once we crossed the threshold into the woods where shadows dominated, the temperature returned to Very Cold as opposed to just Cold. This, of course, didn’t bother the girls at all. They happily trotted off, exploring the path and, in Emma’s case, rolling in random patches of snow.
We ran into the Cranky Man with the Cranky Dog today. He lives up near Anna BoomBoom and always looks super grumpy. He generally has his dog on a short lead and looks very displeased when other dogs are off lead. For this reason, whenever I see him approaching, I rush to put the lead back on the dogs, even though they are possibly the best behaved in the neighbourhood.
Putting the lead on them is quite difficult if I don’t have somewhere to lean up against or sit down. Today this was the case, and it meant he had to stand a little way off and wait. I think this made him a bit more cranky.
I always feel sorry for dogs that don’t get to run around and I’ve never seen his dog off lead. I wonder whether he has even trained it to be anything but permanently unapproachable. People say that dog owners tend to resemble their pets after a while. These two definitely prove that to be temperamentally true.
The dog looks like a Shetland Sheepdog and always seems cranky. I’m not in the least bit surprised.
But, returning to the cold, yesterday I was warned that the ‘feels like’ temperature today would be somewhere below -20°. On the pedestrian bridge first thing, it certainly felt like that.
Needless to say, I managed the photo on my slightly warmer, return trip.
