Walking My Friend's Dog One Last Time Before Returning Him

It was time to return my little housemate for the past two weeks, to his mum. We rented a small cottage to meet up to do the swap.

The cottage was in the countryside with lovely views. There was some frost from the night before on the top of the hills.

Just down the lane from the cottage, I took the pooch for a last walk. It was a little icy underfoot. In the field, I could let him off the lead before he pulled me over.

We walked to the bottom of the field but then turned back as it was a bit muddy. I didn’t want to take a lot of mud back into the cottage.

The pooch always makes light work of getting through stiles and then watches everyone else struggle. It's been a good two weeks. I'm sure I'm much fitter with the extra walking I've been doing.