The last waltz

 

       In truth it's not quite the last waltz but the last walk of a frankly depressing 2020. The year seems like the none to subtle main plot line for a Science Fiction novel. At times it was so hot that it was almost unbearable, well it was for the UK anyway, and all through this we had a chorus line of politicians from various countries dancing around and massaging their egos with statements, counter statements, non-decisions and probably lies but in the spirit of the season I'm being generous there. 

      Anyway back to the terrier walk and the joy of silence in the freezing fog, just the sound of the terrier's paws crushing through the shallow puddles frozen in the tractor tracks and the frosty grass. Then throw in the excitement of meeting the farmer's Golden Retriever and all three of them are in a state of perpetual motion.

      There wasn't a breath of wind this morning and there still isn't, the fog has drifted, steadily thickened and faded, then it silently rolls back again and the mercury is still sitting on minus four degrees, this really is when you have to be thankful that you aren't in the car on a long motorway journey.

      In truth an uneventful walk, just routine you could say, but to the terriers all is well with the world, it must because it's teatime next and then another walk through the fog and frost that will be greeted with the same excitement and this one will be the last waltz. There's a lot to be said for the simple life.

      A Happy New Year everyone, stay safe and let's hope it's a good one, 2021 that is.