A walk in the park

Today His Nibs and I went for a walk in the Spring sunshine[it is officially Spring now, isn't it??]. It was lovely, really lovely. The sea was quite choppy and the day was bright and clear.
Other people were taking advantage of the sun too. Most of them had a dog with them. Mostly big dogs today. One man shared his face with his dog. I'd heard that about dog owners but had never believed it until now.

We should get a dog but not until we've retired. I like middle sized dogs. Big ones eat a lot and tend to drool like Niagara. Little dogs yap and look stupid.[Or is that just their owners?]Middle sized dogs tend to be average in all respects - consumption, intelligence, temperament and poop output.[Our future dog will officially belong to His Nibs so he will be dealing with that side of things. I'll handle the patting and ear stroking]

But I digress...back to our walk.

We coped well with the inclines although halfway up one slope I had to test out a couthy A frame oak seat. It looked a bit like an artist's easel. His Nibs thought this was quite cute mainly because this seat, as with most I've encountered, is designed for those over 5 feet tall. Apparently all I needed was a little fishing rod and a pond.

Once on our way again we spotted a couple of little robins boldly battling the gales. I'm fairly sure they weren't meaning to fly sideways but you never know with robins. They are the Hells Angels of the bird world. Given half a chance they'd be on motorbikes picking fights with hawks.

We also spotted two of the fattest pigeons this side of a roasting tin. One had given up flight and was sauntering through the woodland like Christopher Biggins waiting for a photo shoot. The other was hauling its belly across a field pretending it was as slim as the crows in their LBDs. We watched, taking bets on whether it actually had any legs. I still say it was being pulled along by some unseen magnet under the soil.

We should go walking more often.