No way am I going out. I know I should but I won't do it. I've done one walk with them, no work, been to the shop and that's IT. No more.
I don't mind the sudden heavy showers, I don't mind the wind or the chill in the air, I can even run the gautlet of the dead bird and mouse by the path.
I live in THE most beautiful, picture postcard village, all cricket on the green and thatched cottages, a farm at the end of my road and beyond my garden, it's lovely. The rabbits are out in force, muntjak nearby, golden corn has been baled, the hollyhocks sway in the gardens.
It's lovely, that is, except today.
Today, some lovely little farmer Giles has been out with his big shiny new tractor preparing the soil for the next crop.
And my whole village smells of shit! :(