As good as it gets

I found a mini packet of Maltesers in my camera bag when I was out this afternoon. So there we were, George and me, walking along the beautiful Gower cliffs, on a glorious day - with Maltesers. Man, I love my life!

Walking from Southgate towards Pobbles I - the renowned poo expert - remarked to George, 'That's unusual: this looks like cow poo.' While there are often ponies on the headland we rarely see cows.

Two minutes later ... 'Woof! Woof!'

'What's the matter, George? Oh!'

A pile of cows were sitting right across our path. I looked to the other path: there was only one sentry on guard there. We went that way. Now if Daughter had been with us we would have turned back immediately but I'm fine with cows. After all I listen to the Archers; I'm practically a farmer.

The stretch of beach you can see in the distance in the photo above is Oxwich but we were headed for Pobbles, the cove just this side of Three Cliffs.

George had a groovy time playing with a variety of dogs. He tried to outrun a greyhound but soon decided that retreat to mum was probably a better option. Then he had a great run around with a spaniel/collie dog. She - I'm sure she was a she as she looked very feminine - leapt gracefully over a big muddy puddle; George lay down in it. When she tried to persuade him to get up and play again, he whacked her on the shoulder, knocking her down into the mud too. That's my boy.

We walked back on a different path but found cows on this one too, and this time there was no avoiding them. One had horns but Husband says I mustn't judge a bull by its horns. I had to assume that no-one would leave a bull out on common land and, anyway, George was more scared of the calf sitting down. I said, 'Come on, George,' and we closed our eyes and walked quickly through them.

It was the sort of walk that reminds me how incredibly fortunate I am.