Sunday, August 28, 2011
An earthly paradise.
The air crisp and fresh . A bright, cheerful, post-thunderstorm morning . After our pre-breakfast coffee and bowl of water at the cafe , it's off to the valley for an early morning saunter . We park by the old roman mile marker. A dozen eagles flying overhead .Who ever knew they flew in flocks? Wilf sprints past the field of recently pregnant cows in pursuit of a particularly intriguing scent . The young calves look suspiciously at him as he ploughs, head down like a little lost polar bear , along the grass verges .
Just beyond the old farmers jerry rigged ' tractor / irrigation device' , Wilf stops , settles down on the tarmac , turns over on his back and immediately falls into a deep, innocent, sleep . Worn out by his early morning adventure . He lies there quite immovable and quite unperturbed , all four paws pointing skywards . Nothing is going to make him get up .
Quickly back the sixty or so metres to fetch the car . As he's lifted onto his blanket he gives me an unconvincing " Honest . I wasn't really asleep just guarding with my eyes shut " look . Time for a laugh and a hair tousle . At this stage of the journey old dogs know beyond any doubt that ' in paradise everyone naps ' .