Walkies!

Wilton windmill, it's open weekends until the end of september and is worth the visit. There's also a great little pub, The Swan, in the village - so if you're thirsty after a walk . . .

A few days ago I took Flynn out for his first walk off the lead.

Needless to say, after his initial hesitation he was off like a shot. I'm surprised his little paintbrush of a tail didn't fall off it wagged so much.

Already there are so many blackberries. This year I must make sure I come back and pick some for making jelly, because if it's anything like last year they'll be gone before I know it.

And so many hawthorn berries. My grandfather would have said this means a hard winter is on the way. I'm guessing the abundance of berries is because it's been warm, sunny and wet - but we'll see.

The teasels in the long grass are so pretty.

Although this does have something of autumn about it . . . .

 The path home.

This was quite walk for Flynn, about 4 miles. He was having such a good time he didn't notice that he was tired, until he got back home.

Back and resting in the kitchen.