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| Celia and Pippin in Quaker's Walk |
I spent Tuesday afternoon in Quaker's Walk with assorted dog walkers, Celia and "Pippin" the poodle. What a warm hearted, joyous little soul is Pippen, overflowing with his eight months of doggy life. Celia gave me a brief introduction to the vagaries of dog walking, the fear of confrontation, the not knowing that the huge Alsatian bounding towards us only wants to lick us to death and that the tiny furball on the end of a long, pink bejewelled lead is, in fact a dog and not a hamster.
A chilly breeze was always present around our ears, but the snowdrops and daffodils are making an appearance in spite of the coldness. What bold little flowers are snowdrops (die Schneeglöckchen,) the word sounds better in German. I arrived home at 4pm for a cuppa, feeling slightly wind burnt on the cheeks and with cold feet.
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