Woof

I love dogs but I don't have one. I have borrowed a good dog on occasion that will do farm animals and be sensible in cafés. I'm a rubbish thrower. If I had one, it'd have to have good walking legs and pull me along when I felt tired.

Reality is that many of the walks documented here would be unsuitable to share with man's (or woman's) best friend. Many of my journeys are either too long or too unpredictable. This goes for any company I might keep.