Gerry
02-06-2008, 06:12 PM
God it was lovely this morning to see the rain clouds had blown away and the sleety snow that had been falling last night hadn't frozen as it fell. The wind had dried most of it up before the frost had arrived to crust everything in sparkling crystals.
The faithful thermal hat was enough protection to face the North Face of the Eiger, or my wee hill to tell the truth. Toby was away like the clappers and was in hunting mode from the first few steps. We hadn't been out as much over the past few very wet days so he had a lot of posts that required his special attention. He was reclaiming his kingdom.
The frosty morning air cut into my chest as it seeped down my warm pipes. It chilled as it penetrated and I could feel the pain with every breath. The icy blast turning to needles as it sought out very corner of my lungs.
We kept to the path and had the odd slip and slide if I lost my concentration and dropped my guard. The floor of the wood still looked dangerously mushy and that thin crust of frost didn't fool me for a moment into thinking it would support my weight if I was foolish enough to dare in there.
Toby wasn't to pleased with me but he didn't have busy day ahead of him so getting soaked to the skin wasn't a problem for him. Tough Toby, home boy.
By Gerry Temple
copyright February 2008
The faithful thermal hat was enough protection to face the North Face of the Eiger, or my wee hill to tell the truth. Toby was away like the clappers and was in hunting mode from the first few steps. We hadn't been out as much over the past few very wet days so he had a lot of posts that required his special attention. He was reclaiming his kingdom.
The frosty morning air cut into my chest as it seeped down my warm pipes. It chilled as it penetrated and I could feel the pain with every breath. The icy blast turning to needles as it sought out very corner of my lungs.
We kept to the path and had the odd slip and slide if I lost my concentration and dropped my guard. The floor of the wood still looked dangerously mushy and that thin crust of frost didn't fool me for a moment into thinking it would support my weight if I was foolish enough to dare in there.
Toby wasn't to pleased with me but he didn't have busy day ahead of him so getting soaked to the skin wasn't a problem for him. Tough Toby, home boy.
By Gerry Temple
copyright February 2008