Walkies

The quick, local woodland dog walk is a blessing when we are in a hurry.

Except today, pace is not forthcoming with my toddler in tow.

Ren likes to spend five minutes splashing in a puddle by the entrance, then another five picking the perfect dandelion.

The sun is shining through the Rowan trees, with Chaffinch chirping away atop.

The sausage dogs are sniffing every corner, running around, tails wagging.

I check my watch, then put it away.

Lunch can wait.