I'm back to walking (would like to be running but hey ho one step at a time). Prior to my old dog dying the woods and I drifted apart. I could have still taken pooch (she's a 5 year old sable collie and my boys dog) but it felt like a betrayal of my hound of 17 years. Hence I stopped.
Thunder then bounced into my life and has taken over as top dog (well almost, I'm still here after all) he's 6 months old now getting faster, stronger and more adventurous..
He's gotten me back into the woods again and I'm sure once I'm fixed I'll run the legs off him.
Suppose what I'm saying is "a man needs his dog" they change your life ;-)
Get a pup (although a New Zealand Huntaway may not be advisable for most. Such fun though)
Michael, this is a wonderful wistful amble through your early walks and memories. The imagery is superb and made me feel I was there. My favourite part was the mention of a scarecrow. This made me remember the programme we used to watch on a Saturday after our tea, Wurzel. Great memories of John Purtwee and miss Stubbs.