Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Spud on Sunday XXI

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Warning, this post does not contain images of Spud the dog.

Keen readers will know I’ve been away to Wales this weekend, with Mrs Ogg, unfortunately Spud the dog couldn’t come along, which is a shame as  he would have enjoyed the wide open beaches. We thought of him often.

What no Spud--1

Not least when Mrs Ogg and I were walking the coast path when we saw movement in the gorse bushes* and, every now and then, a flash of white, can you see, it’s a bit blurry because it is moving very fast?

Not Spud-1

Who ever and whatever was in there was having a high old time, crashing and thrashing around ‘it’ eventually, surfaced for air, it was a Spud dog.

Not  Spud 2-1

Not a grown up or human minder in sight, just a very happy dog, who had no time for or interest in Mrs Ogg  and I, only in whatever game was hiding in the heath. Presumably  he/she would find his/her own way home, eventually.

Spud will return to pole position next Sunday, I promise.

 

*For those of you old enough to remember it was like Michael Bentine’s sketch show Potty Time

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

8 thoughts on “Spud on Sunday XXI

  1. Sort of “Spud substitute on a Sunday”, then!

  2. That is just too uncanny for words! A phantom Spud ~ it’s all because you live down a magical lane. Sounds like you had a lovely trip and time with Mrs. Ogg :)

  3. Spud has a doppelganger!

  4. Smash on a Sunday! (if that counts as a spud substitute)

  5. Amazing how these stories come to you!

  6. A Spud look-a-like! xx

  7. It is him. Admit it. You broke down and went and fetched him to Wales.

    • ‘It is him. Admit it. You broke down and went and fetched him to Wales.’
      There is no doubting I’m being addressed by a police inspector in that comment ;)
      Whilst I missed Spud it was very nice not to spend the last hour of any given holiday/break on my hands and knees picking dog hairs off the carpet of our holiday let

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