Seeing as the weather is still far better than it should be at this time of the year, we went for a long walk along the canal bank in Brownhills, from Tesco car park right up to Walsall Woods. We walked for nearly an hour, feeding ducks,
dodging fisherman, and looking out for dogs and bikes. The canal paths are rather narrow and I had visions of fishing soggy dog, or irate cyclist, out of the canal. So he was kept on his lead as a couple of cyclists were upon us before we realised they were there, and Joe has a tendancy to snap and lunge at unsuspecting bikes.
We got into the village and bought ourselves a bag of chips to sit and eat on a street bench. I asked Darsh if he had expected his retirement to consist of walking and eating chips in the middle of a motorway.
The traffic was so busy through such a little place. Back on the canal we walked more briskly back towards the car, worrying that we can only park in the park for 3 hours and it was getting rather too close for comfort. We misjudged before and it cost us" HOW MUCH?" for been 5 minutes late.
Stopping to watch the wildlife on the water below us, totally spoilt by all the litter that seems to be absolutely everywhere in Brownhills.
Joe suddenly developed a limp, I was worried it was too far for him, but after a rest and a rub he seemed to recover. Darsh felt it was cramp due to cocking his leg up so frequently!
Tonight he is flat out on the sette snoring even louder than normal, { I just didn't think that was possible.}
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