The Long March Revisited

While Eloise was in nursery today, we went out to Mount Mee to revisit last week's major hike with dogs on leads. And they didn't get off this time.

We dressed up nice and warm because it was overcast today, and set off into the forest, being roughly towed along by the hounds of hell.

Tiny calmed down fairly soon but Matilda didn't really let up for the whole 13km. And she seems to have some sort of psychological problem with excreting while on the lead too. Not one crouch was had by her. She must have been absolutely busting by the end.

The skies only got greyer as we made our way through the forest, although occasionally the sun poked through and lit everything up, which was lovely. The odd spot of rain came down, though the clouds promised so much more.

By the time we got back to the car my left arm was about six inches longer than when we started. I don't think we can honestly say that Matilda at least behaved herself as well on the lead this week as last.

We stopped off for a coffee in Dayboro to rest our sore legs, the nearest village to Mount Mee and a nice quaint little place.