Swing into spring.
I must have the naughtiest puppy in the world. She hardly ever sleeps, always on the hunt for mischief, If anything is not perched over 3 foot from the ground she is away with it. I’ve just come upstairs to chill after chasing her around the garden with a mouthful of my underpants Carla had just washed and was hanging them out to dry. I know it was futile chasing her as I can’t catch her, it’s just a big game to her, but in my defence I know if she has time to stop she tear a nice hole in those underpants. Todays photo was taken two years mid May in a local location which is good for wild garlic. Two nice big beech trees anchor the scene as a path passes through. As in every wood close to urban area’s it has the obligatory nylon rope swing hanging from any suitable branch, probably why I don’t achieve any emphathy for my images in such woodland but I can’t knock the local kids blowing off steam exploring the woods, much healthier pastime.
Swing into spring.
I must have the naughtiest puppy in the world. She hardly ever sleeps, always on the hunt for mischief, If anything is not perched over 3 foot from the ground she is away with it. I’ve just come upstairs to chill after chasing her around the garden with a mouthful of my underpants Carla had just washed and was hanging them out to dry. I know it was futile chasing her as I can’t catch her, it’s just a big game to her, but in my defence I know if she has time to stop she tear a nice hole in those underpants. Todays photo was taken two years mid May in a local location which is good for wild garlic. Two nice big beech trees anchor the scene as a path passes through. As in every wood close to urban area’s it has the obligatory nylon rope swing hanging from any suitable branch, probably why I don’t achieve any emphathy for my images in such woodland but I can’t knock the local kids blowing off steam exploring the woods, much healthier pastime.