It’s probably not fair to say that walking Scout back in Milton was boring, but in all honesty, one day was much like the next. Walks here are very different – over the course of a 1-hour walk we can experience blinding sunshine (blinding because the sun is very low in the sky, not because it is in any way intense), light showers, gale-force winds, and today – a rainbow.
Today’s walk definitely had its highs and lows – I don’t know if you can call the crows arranged along the street as running the gauntlet, but boy oh boy, it’s hard to believe they weren’t doing it intentionally.
The low today was when Scout and I walked across a field. From the pavement it looked like a grassy meadow, and for the first 50′ or so it was. Then, it turned into a bog and as we were by then in the middle of the field, there was no turning back. You know it’s a damp country when a field at the top of a hill is boggy. My wonderful Vessi shoes lived up to their promise – my feet were bone-dry when we got home, but someone else did not quite fare so well. (The shampoo on the left is mine, the shampoo on the rug is hers – guess which was the more expensive.)
The highlight of my walk? In town a couple of men stopped me on the street and asked for directions (from their accents I’m guessing they were from Glasgow). And I knew the answer! Me, the Canuck who just landed, confidently pointed them to a nice place to get breakfast. I’m still quite chuffed about it.