On the last day of the heatwave this was nothing more than a routine early morning walk with the two Jack Russell Terriers. Out of the back gate and across the lane, then into a farmyard and away down an farm drove road that was as hard as a tarred road although the the tar was already starting to melt.
The white froth of the cow parsley has practically gone now, some is going to seed and some has been trimmed back, and the small birds like the sparrows and finches are already feasting on the seeds of the plants that remain.
Past the end of the derelict pig styes that are now used for storage and out onto the open farmland heading for one of the orchards, or another old farmyard.
The terriers settle on the old farmyard because they can lose themselves in buildings and sheds and indulge in a little ratting. They don't realise that their old foe is tucked away and probably fast asleep but there's always hope that one, just one, might be on a suicide mission. Travel hopefully and optimistically that's one of the secrets of being a ratting terrier.
Never mind, 'things' and 'stuff', such as the old wood heaps and log piles are thoroughly investigated and peed on copiously. However I keep them both on the lead because I know that they can disappear very quickly in all this beautiful scent filled chaos and it can take ages to hunt them both down.
Meanwhile I sit, relax and watch, admire the Norfolk Bog Door Blue electric fence posts and the accompanying display of yellow flowers at the same time thinking about a cup of freshly ground coffee when I get back home.
Needless to say the return journey home is as eventful as the trip out. Just a routine walk ma'am.
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