His pace was such that I was able to study each blade of grass and crack in the pavement on the way. One man stopped his car to let us cross the road. I was tempted to wave him on: he was in for such a long wait. George has no concept of cars, traffic, roads, not being the most important creature in the place.
I had intended to walk to the top of Clyne Gardens - it's built on a hillside - but he was so slow I told him we'd just cross the bottom but then ... he began to play with an 18-month-old dog and suddenly he had energy.
'Right, we can walk up the hill now then!'
'Oh, no, I'm too tired. Don't make me walk up the hill.'
|Okay, I'm very tired now.|
|Ah, that's nice, just what I needed.|