The best way to start your day is with a walk through a bog with your dog.
Graham’s been busy taking clients out walking this week and I’ve been doing my part-time work at the bakery, so poor old Bert has had to spend the occasional day on his own. Which means that I’ve had to take him out at 7am for a good walk before leaving him.
It may not be most people’s ideal way to kick off their working day, but for me, tramping over marshy moorland, spotting mountain hares on the distant hillside and hearing red grouse chuckling and then seeing the male pursuing the female in low, whirring flight across the moor is better than breakfast.
And then there’s the snipe drumming, the golden plover and curlews calling and the larks singing, plus the wheatears flitting from heather top to heather top, and the meadow pipits peeping.
Not to mention the waders on the bay on the way back – the dunlin, turnstones, oystercatchers and redshanks, squabbling and displaying in between feeding.
Plus I can spend hours examining the richly coloured lichen and moss, and there seem to be new flowers springing up all the time. At the moment there are violets everywhere.
I get back home with wet feet and one very mucky dog to be dried off and cleaned up before I head off to work, but I’m set up for the day.