The wound

This morning I am sitting at the kitchen table keeping an eye on an unusually quiet dog. Yesterday afternoon, out walking with my wife, in the course of her usual mad chasing through the woods, Holly somehow managed to tear a gaping wound in her back left thigh. Jo, being resourceful and swift of mind, …

on walking #2

Earlier this month I went for a walk with my wife and our dog. We walked in Benthall Woods - a small woodland area on the edge of the Severn Gorge. The woods are peppered with the remains of limestone quarries worked in the 18th & 19th centuries. Paths snake through the trees, dropping sharply, rising …