I’ve not taken this walk since my dog Rosie had to be put to sleep back in March. She did not like to go far, being 16 years old but would venture down with me to see the donkeys and sheep in these fields at the end of my lane. Yesterday I took her ashes and scattered them along the hedgerows here as the evening sun was slowly sinking and creating this rather sad but mellow vista in memory of Rosie.
PoetryPix 