We thought we’d go back to the top of the hill, to illustrate that the terrain wasn’t quite as wild as the mist might have you believe.
The snow was patchy, the fun consistent.
I’d have said there wasn’t a breath of wind,
but I must have been wrong on that count, as when we headed for the top of the hill we found a gentleman flying a kite.
He seemed rather serious about his hobby, in a ‘train spotter’ sort of way and he certainly must have been good at, did I mention there was no wind? Maybe he had a fan heater? However my problem was that Spud seemed worryingly excited about the dancing tail of the kite. Fearing a repeat of the three little girls on the beach incident we took a detour, to save face and/or cost. We will return another day.
February 12, 2012 at 7:50 pm
Such wonderful images, to spend time in a place like that..incredible.
And of course, Spud just gets cuter and cuter.
February 12, 2012 at 10:48 pm
Beautifully simple photos and I can just feel being there. Do I hear crunchy snow feet or sandy snow feet?
February 13, 2012 at 1:27 am
Spud looks absolutely joyous in the second picture, and no wonder. I’d have a goofy grin, too, with the chance to go for a run up there.
February 13, 2012 at 3:45 am
Even when you’re trying to put them in perspective, those are pretty impressive hills – and Spud the king of it all. Lucky dog.
February 13, 2012 at 8:58 am
Breathtaking! xx
February 13, 2012 at 10:28 am
Very wise. There are times when it’s not a good idea to think positive.
February 13, 2012 at 6:46 pm
That second picture reminded me of my aunt’s Springer – whenever she was running she looked like a complete daftie!
February 17, 2012 at 10:58 am
It is all that spare flesh they have around their faces, it takes on a life of its own when they build up a bit of speed.