Tag: country walks

Good Day Sunshine

I think I know what McCartney was thinking when he wrote the lyrics to the Beatles’ song “Good Day sunshine”.  Just reading the words, makes you feel good already:  “Good day sunshine.  Good day sunshine.  Good day sunshine.  Good day sunshine.  I need to laugh, and when the sun is out.  I’ve got something I can laugh about.  I feel good, in a special way.  I’m in love and it’s a sunny day.”

And he is so right, when the sun is out, the gloom is nowhere to be found either.  As I’ve mentioned we’ve been having absolutely glorious weather and when you live in the UK you keep expecting it will be over soon and the rains will come again.  And as of yesterday, the rain has come!  But that’s life in the UK 😉 and the plants needs some watering, so it’s fine.

The glorious sunshine started during the Easter break, the sun came out in its full glory and since we had a close friend over, who also happens to be little T’s godfather, we went on a lovely  country walk.  T also had a little friend over, so along with two little people, three adults and a four-legged over excitable dog, we all headed out for a little procession through the woods.

Over the hills we went, but had to go skirting around the hills, trying to avoid the cows with their calves.

We didn’t want to risk it, not with two children and the cows with their babies would definitely be nervous around an over-excitable dog like Doc.

After a bit of walk and hearing a few whinges from the little ones, we finally reached St. Peter’s Woods, which meant we weren’t far from Minster Church.

And then there it was – Minster Church, just like Forrabury, parts of the building was built during the Norman times.

I love the graveyard here, it always looks beautiful and different as the season changes as seen on this post.

Poor Doc, as usual, had to be left outside as we all went inside to have a look around and actually, a bit of a rest.

You might be wondering what little T is doing in this photo:  She’s actually practicing her “hard-stare” made famous by Paddington Bear.

Kids will be kids.  Clambering over stairs with no fear, in spite the adults cautioning them to slow-down.  Then it was time to head home.

What about you?

Does the weather also affect your mood?

As I type this, grey clouds are hovering outside.  But like I said, we actually welcome the rain, so it’s not so bad and I besides, I just checked, the sun will be out again tomorrow 🙂

No longer the Disgruntled Doc-Walker

After about a couple of weeks off my Doc-walking duties, we are back in our old routine.  Doc and I and I’m also happy to announce that I do so with pleasure, no complaints at all anymore. Well so far…

I walk him now, not the other way around.  He used to “walk” me, no, let edit that, he used to “drag” me around with him.  It became so bad that my right arm started hurting and I actually had to see a doctor.

No.  He hasn’t changed.  He is still the same annoying and over-excitable Doc that he is.  But thanks to some lovely friends who’ve advised me about getting a Halti when I complained about his excessive pulling, all’s well that ends well.  We didn’t purchase a Halti though, what we got instead was a P.P.E Handy Halter lead and when told that it was locally made in Cornwall, we were sold.  It’s great to support locally made products, isn’t it?

The lovely woman at the pet-shop fitted the halter on Doc and told us to walk around the area first, just to make sure that the halter will work on him.  It’s advisable to bring your dog when buying this kind of product, since its known not to work on some other dogs, according to the woman at the shop, it all depends on your dog.

Doc struggled too at first and did all he could to try to take it off.  But once we were walking, he was like a different dog and just gave up struggling and just gladly walked beside us.

Doc sporting his new Handy Halter Lead.

A miracle!  That’s what it is, folks. If you’ve met our dog, you’ll know why I’m being so dramatic about this.

So yes, I’m now a happy Doc-walker.

And here we are on our walk this morning.  Doc walking beside me and NOT IN FRONT and dragging me behind as he used to do when out for walks.

He runs like the wind as soon as he is off his leash.

Can you spot the tourists on the hill?  It’s lovely to see our little village come alive again, especially when the weather is good.

The drab greyness is gone too and all is green and abloom with wild flowers.

And as you can see, as long as he has his stick, he is one very happy dog indeed.

On our way back though, we met the bully cat of our neighbourhood.  He knew that Doc was on his lead so didn’t even bother to budge, but of course he gave Doc his “You wouldn’t dare come near me look”.  Let’s just say little T’s dog took the hint very well.

The bully cat maimed the tail of our neighbour’s cat named Benjie once, he had to have several stitches to save his tail.  But he’s alright now.  Be afraid, be very afraid.

Have you tried a halter lead too or any similar product on your dog?

How was it?

Disclaimer:  Not a sponsored post, but would gladly and freely endorse it to dog-owners who like to pull when out for a walk.

Underneath the Cornish Sky (A Springtime Walk with Doc and T)

We woke up to beautiful sunshine and sky.  After doing my chores, we decided that this was the kind of day best spent outside.

Little T in her Elsa dress with a lightweight jacket on.

I love the crisp Cornish blue sky.

And of course, the excitable Doc was with us too.

And up we climbed again.

One of the many reasons why I love the coast is the dramatic changes over the seasons, from drab grey, to beautiful vibrant colours, like these yellow gorse, you’ll see them all over the coast-line during spring and summer.

And of course, the coastline is always dramatic around here.

That white building on the hill is known as the coastguard’s hut.  It’s beautiful up there, but we never really go up unless we have visitors.  I worry that one of us might fall!  Yes, I am paranoid that way.

Little T wanted to stop by our special bench for a little rest.  This bench has one of the best views along the North Cornish coast.

Little T basking in the sun.

And Doc actually hiding from the sun!  He found a little shade near the long grass and plonked himself there.

I love the plaques you can find on the benches around here.  Every time I see them, I always stop and read what’s written, some of them are really touching.

Before going home, little T wanted a play at the playground.

But was actually exhausted, so after a while, we ended up going home.

What about you?

Were you also up and about today, enjoying the glorious sun?

I hope so, because  the last time I checked the weather forecast isn’t going to be anything like this in the next few days!

Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

Valentine's Day on Rough Tor

We don’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day, except maybe give each other cards and my husband buys me flowers, and of course, he buys a bouquet for little T too.  Last Saturday though, he had a lecture in Plymouth and we had a guest over, a close-friend who lives in Bristol stayed with us over the weekend.

We (little T, Doc and I), decided to take our friend up on a hike on Rough Tor.  According to Wikipedia, the word Tor is Cornish for hill and this particular one is known for its Logan stones (meaning balanced stone), neolithic tor enclosure and a large number of Bronze age hut circles.

It’s a great place for a hike and a picnic.  We once brought another close-friend here for a birthday picnic when he visited a couple of years back.  Of course, it’s also been used in many films, the most recent one was Daphne Du Maurier’s Jamaica Inn where they shot one of the end scenes in the movie.

Anyway, the hike started with a picnic of sandwiches, custard donuts, strawberries and blue berries by the side of a small stream.

And here she is demolishing strawberries.

Then it was time for the hike.  At first, little T was all energy, running ahead, many times I had to call for her to slow down.

And there she is stomping ahead of us, while Doc had to stay on his leash as we passed some sheep and other dogs on their leash.

But as soon as we were pass the sheep, I let him off and he bounded happily up the hill ahead of us, zooming fast but always coming back.

I knew she was going to start whinging half-way up and sure enough she did:

And here she is doing a dramatic-slump on a rock.

Trying to coax her up, we pointed to the man up on one of the rocks, this got her all excited again.

“Are we nearly there mummy?”

“Almost, sweetie”

And then before we knew it, we were really nearly on the top.

By this time though, our friend had to hold her hand since it was getting a bit tricky to climb on her own.

Look at those rocks, it’s almost unbelievable the way nature stocked-them up like that.  You can almost imagine a child-giant playing with the rocks like blocks, stocking them up one after the other.

Then we were up!  Here’s Doc enjoying the view from the top of Rough Tor.

Little T posing in front of a war memorial plaque.

“I’m on top of the world mum!”

And on our way home, she fell asleep of course.

And Doc?

Let’s just say he was quiet too.

What about you?

How did you spend Valentine’s Day?

Dear fellow dog-walker,

Warning:  This post contains a photo that you might find disgusting.  You have been warned, so turn away now or skip this post.

It’s lovely up here in the headland isn’t it?  I love it here too.  I like how it can be wild and blustery and sometimes I imagine it is as wild as the moorland depicted in Wuthering Heights.  No I don’t pretend that I’m Catherine, looking for her Heathcliff, I already found him, thank you very much.

I also like how immense it is.  It’s big enough for the cows, for dogs and their owners to have a walk around without invading each others space.  But one thing that really irks me though is that some of you seem to forget a certain rule, no it’s actually a “law”, isn’t it?  You get fined, if you’re caught doing it.  It’s really easy you know.   But since you seem to have forgotten, let me remind you a few things you need to know/do before going out for a walk with your dog.

1.  Never go out without a poo bag.  You can forget the treats and the toys, they’ll forgive you.  Besides, you can always hand them a treat as soon as you get home.

2.  When the deed is done, don’t just walk away and pretend nothing happened.  Your dog didn’t do an imaginary poo.  There’s evidence and it’s really stinky.  Chances are, some poor dog-walker will tread over it.  It’s really easy, all you need to do is …

Unless of course, for some health reasons (arthritis?), you can’t really bend, or it hurts for you to bend – then perhaps, you shouldn’t even be walking your dog?  Surely there’s someone else who can do it?

3.  And lastly – yes I know how disgusting it is to be walking around with a poo bag in your hand.  But don’t despair, chances are there will always be a dog poo bin in your area.  If you’re from our neighbourhood, there is one, before the gate, near the football field.  It’s really difficult to miss, because it’s red and has a black cover.  Oh you mean, you are colour blind?  Surely you can read then?  Just dump it in there and we can all enjoy our walks with our dog without worrying about treading on your dog’s poo.

Sincerely yours,

Doc’s “Walker”

That Dog

Are you a dog-owner?  Do you walk your dog?

Do you sometimes notice a woman, or could also be a man, with a dog that’s just way too-excitable for its owner?  Their human is always looking frazzled, stressed-out and can’t seem to handle their energetic dog, especially when there are other four-legged-furry-animals around.  Their dog won’t come back when called and would excite the other well-behaved dogs, whose owners would peer down at the over-excitable one with disapproval, as well as at the owner, calling for their dog in a desperate plea, to please come back to them.

I have a confession to make, I am that woman.  Yep, that stressed-out woman who loses her dignity when there are other dog-walkers around.  When I do finally manage to put him back on his leash, he’ll spin-me-around like a ballerina, although not gracefully, as I mutter apologies under my breath “Sorry about that.  He’s just an excitable teenager”.  Most owners would smile at me, some would even laugh and of course, there are others who would just give a curt nod, nudge their dogs to move away from that mad-dog and his owner, lest their craziness is catching.

That’s Doc.  I usually take him out for a walk when it’s lunch-time, hoping that the headland would be empty and he can have a ran around without getting distracted by other dogs.  When there are others, he becomes like a mad-one, yapping away, being-over-friendly, some dog-owners try to shoo him away, which he interprets as a game or sees it as a come-hither gesture. My husband says he’ll outgrow it soon.  He’ll settle down soon and I always ask … when?  Impatient for that time to come NOW!

He isn’t that bad actually, though I’m not exaggerating what I’ve described above.  It really does happen, especially when there are other dogs around.  But he’s fine.  He is Doc.  Little T’s dog.  We have lovely walks together, especially when it’s just the two of us.

This is our rock.  In the summer, I sometimes sit here and watch the sea while he hovers around me, smelling, always smelling everything on sight, as if having a conversation with them, with his nose.

This is what our village looks like in November.

When I stop to take photos, he gives me an “Oh no, not again look”.  Exasperated, would go off in a trot, leaving me behind.  Most times, he’ll come back for me.  I’ll see him peering in the corner, with his little head, tilted a bit as if to say “Are you coming?”

I love the whiteness of this building against the grey sky and orangey-greenish colour of the hill.

If we do manage to go out at lunchtime, we always, always stop in this little spot, beside that post, with the yellow arrows.

Not because of the scenery …

If you look closer, you will see little T’s school.  It’s that building right in front of the church with the green door. And if I time it perfectly and it’s not raining, Doc and I will hear the children’s laughter and actually see them playing outside.  Sometimes I say to him, “Do you hear her Doc?  Do you hear your little T?”  I imagine him saying “Yes, I can just about hear her faintly.  She is laughing and giggling.”

And then our walk always ends up by the side of this Norman church.  We go through the wooden gate and make our way back home.  By then, he is knackered and is well-behaved, walking along with my pace, instead of pulling away from me.

Do you have a dog?

Are they as excitable as little T’s dog?


Have a lovely week folks!

Autumn Day Out

Ever since little T started school, we make it a point to go out for walks over the weekend when we can.  And last Saturday was no exception.

Being members of both the National Trust and English Heritage, is easy for us to plan a day-trip out without going too-far or spending too much.  Most of our little adventures in fact cost, almost next-to nothing.

Last weekend brought us to Penhallam Manor, an English Heritage medieval property not far from where we live.  When I say property, it really is more like a ruin, or the remains of a 13th century ruin.

As soon as we parked, I noticed this scary-looking haunted house barely visible from all the surrounding trees.

Up-sound scary music.

And here’s little T, who didn’t seem bothered at all.

In our English Heritage book, it mentioned that it was about a ten-minute walk from the parking lot to the ruins.

It didn’t feel like that at all.  Maybe because we were all too busy having fun, running after Doc, trying to grab the stick in his mouth … just to annoy/excite him 😉

As you can see from the photo, he absolutely loved the game of catch-me-if-you-can.

The game ended as we spied the gate not far away from where little T stood.

Little T reading the history of this medieval manor.

This 13th century manor was owned by the Cardinhams family who were apparently a family of minor barons who made money from being in good terms with King John (1199-1216).  Penhallam was probably just one of their many houses in England.  It wasn’t actually that big, judging from the ruin.

It’s a manor surrounded by a moat and because the Lord of the Manor didn’t have any heirs (only daughters), by the 14th century, the house had already fallen into decline.

This is what it must have looked like during the medieval times.

And there goes little T, eager to cross the moat!

There wasn’t really much left especially since grass has covered what was left of the medieval bricks of the manor.  But you could still see the outline of where the walls once stood.

Some may think that it isn’t a place worth visiting, but if you’re just looking for a place to have a short walk with your dog and little one, and you live nearby – it’s definitely worth a visit.

The only problem was that we couldn’t find a place to have our little picnic!  So we decided to look for a different place instead.  But got stuck in the Cornish traffic:

Yep, this is what a traffic jam looks like Cornwall.  You get stuck behind a herd of cows, sheep or horses.

And after a bit of a drive, we ended up at …

the beach on Widemouth bay in Bude …

which was actually filled with sea-foam!

Little T actually had fun playing with it.  She called it bubble mixture!

We ended the day-out with …


Don’t you just love day-outs, especially ones that end up with ice-cream?


Have a lovely weekend folks!

Little T's Headland

Haven’t posted photos of Little T’s headland in a while, maybe because during the summer holidays, my husband isn’t busy with work so much and so he gets to walk Doc most of the time.   But now that he’s back on the grind and today in fact, was his first lecture/tutorial in Plymouth and so, little T and I took Doc out for a walk up the headland.

Entrance to the Headland, or depends where you’re coming from, you could also go in through the graveyard or the side of the church.

And off they go!  Before letting Doc off the leash though, I usually check if there are other dog-walkers.  He still gets over-excited and goes all silly when there are other dogs around.

In spite the greyish clouds hovering in the distance, it was still a lovely day.  As you can see, we came out all bundled-up, but at the end of the walk, layers had to go.

There’s little T marching through the headland.

And Doc, doing what he does best – springs across the grass.  He absolutely loves it here.  Then again, all dogs do.

Took this photo of the empty harbour, minus the tourists and then noticed the rainbow… Can you see it?

Little T with our little now quiet village in the background.

Then I heard voices and spied them – tourists!  They are still here after-all.  We expect things to die down just a bit, and then, perhaps they’ll be a small wave of visitors over the half-term break at the end of the month, before it all goes hush again.

And there’s my country-girl who loves climbing gates.

What’s your weekend like?

An Impromptu Walk

We didn’t have anything planned for the weekend, but because we knew that the rains were scheduled to come next week, and as expected, the temperature is also going to drop.  With that in mind, (and because of the glorious sunshine), we decided to go to Rough Tor on Bodmin for a little walk with Doc.

Instead of walking towards the hills though, we headed off to explore a different path and turned right for the woods instead.

It was a lovely sunny day, although it wasn’t really cold, we were sort of bundled up complete with scarves, prepared for a breezy and a bit chilly-day.  It wasn’t really.

We followed the path, expecting it to turn right any minute to one that would lead us back to Rough Tor again, but it went on and on and on.

After walking a while, the wooded path suddenly ended and we headed right and sure enough the “Tor” (which means hills in Cornish), appeared amidst the blue skies.

It’s been awhile since we’ve been up there.  I think the last time was when a friend visited.  Maybe if the weather is good again next week, we might just visit again.

It was a lovely saturday.  Poor Doc though had to be kept on his leash because of the cows and sheep scattered around.  In fact, the whole time the poor animals were suspiciously looking at this one excitable dog, who just wanted to run around the hills like a loony – but couldn’t.


Are you guys having a lovely weekend?

C is for Chase

Doc loves to play chase up on the headland.

This is where I take Doc out for his morning walks, up in the headland.  I’ve been wanting to take a photograph of this sea of wild flowers, but keep forgetting to take my camera with me.  Finally did.  Doc wasn’t supposed to be in the picture, but he saw me bend down and as I focused, he came bounding up to me with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

This is doggie-heaven.

Linking up once again with PODcast’s Alphabet Photography Project.

Do check out the other photographs as well.