Splish, splash .....

It being a nice sunny afternoon, and probably one of the last

we're likely to get this side of Christmas,

I decided to take myself off for a stroll along the Weaver's Way.

 

 

The Way is a 56 mile, long distance footpath which runs from

Cromer to Great Yarmouth and skirts alongside

the River Bure as it passes close to the Lock Up on the Acle stretch

of the route..

 

Quite by chance as I pootled along going nowhere fast

I fell into conversation with a bloke out walking his

two cairn terriers.  Apparently they were rescue dogs

which he had only had for a couple of weeks so both

parties weren't, as yet, particularly well acquainted.

 

 

 

He spoke at length about bowel problems they were both

experiencing (the two dogs, not the bloke) and in an attempt

to coax him off the rather graphic subject which was probably, after all

due to the fact that he had rather over-indulged them last night

on some culinary delicacies left over from his own meal,

I said "I'm surprised to see you already trust them off lead."

 

HUSH MY MOUTH!

 

At precisely the same moment we must have startled some

young hares that were also out enjoying the tail end of our

Indian summer.  And before the bloke had even managed to shout

"Heel", which I thought was a pretty stupid thing to shout

considering the two little buggers were already a good

50 yards on ahead of us, off shot the hares with cairns in hot, vociferous persuit.

 

 

 

Needless to say the hares made it over the dyke in one giant leap.

I heard the first "splash" as one of the frenzied terriers

didn't and I certainly wasn't hanging around to wait

for the inevitable "splosh" about to follow.

 

Time to make myself scarce ..........