Sunday, April 18, 2010

Lyth Hill on Sunday







Hi, we have just returned from a picnic on Lyth Hill, the plan was to have a relaxing afternoon in the sunshine with some lovely food and wine (well, wine for Sarah as I was driving). Unsurprisingly our picnic did not go to plan, all was well at first, we found a lovely spot overlooking the shropshire hills and country side near a few trees, the sun was shining and Sarah had a vice like grip on the bottle of wine.

However, Coco, Sophie and Sandy decided to create an imaginary safety perimeter to our picnic "camp" and patrolled it constantly, Coco on point watching and waiting for any intruders. Completely oblivious to the military operation unfolding planet Dylan wandered around aimlessly weeing on everything and generally bounced around to everyones bemusement. Once our unrequested and unrequired sentinels were in place any movement on the horizon was met with barking so the castlefield dog close protection team had to be put on leads and made to sit at the picnic hamper.

Have you ever tried to read the newspaper and butter bread whilst having a dog lead around an ankle and another round your wrist, words that come to mind are, annoying, spillage, breakage, shouting, stressful, Dylan, No, Please, I want to go home..

Once everyone else had left the hill for the day things calmed down and we could relaxe but then the Sun had gone in, Sarah's wine was finished and my tea was cold. I cant wait until the next sunny day!

1 comment:

Nick Turner said...

What about poor Sarah, she had to juggle the leads, newspaper, butter knife and the bottle of wine. I don't know wether she bothered using a glass, but that would make things even more complicated, so sounds like you got off lightly Stuart. Next time just take less dogs and more wine.