Webmaster and the two dogs

The Worker used to be a keen runner, but like the Old Dog,  had to slow down due to creaky joints. The Webmaster loved his two dogs and every morning took them for a walk round Marshes Hill. When she was on holiday from work, the Worker accompanied him, and then the walks were often longer. Sometimes the Students went too. Of course it depended on the weather.

Besides the morning walk with the dogs the Webmaster also took an evening stroll and the Worker when she had finished for the day. The length of these walks depending on when the Worker got back from the office, the time of year and the weather. In their otherwise busy schedules it was a time for chatting and putting the world to rights. Where better to do it than in the beautiful local countryside?

"The fog's cleared. We wouldn't have had this sunshine if we'd come out at our usual time."

"Tell that to the dogs. They've been waiting so long they'd almost given up," moaned the Webmaster.

"You asked me to look at the photo display code your dad sent."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure he'll like what you've done."

"It doesn't seem as foggy as earlier in the week, and it isn't cold."

"So I don't need a sweatshirt and a fleece?"

"Haha, you have to decide. I'm not falling for that one, so you can blame me is you are too hot or too cold," replies the Webmaster, helpfully.

"I'll take my gloves just in case."

It is mid morning. We set off down the lane. The winter sun is shining weakly through the mist.

"I said we'd meet them about 11:30 so we'll need to set off about 10," says the Webmaster. He is referring to a trip he has planned to meet his dad the following day.

"It's not so cold today. It looks quite warm and sunny after the cold week."

"If we're quick we can get in a short walk, we don't have much time and after the snow most places will be muddy."

"We could do the Tongue Lane and route and come back up through the fields to church & back over Marshes Hill. It's only about 5km and most of it will be on the road."

We set off down the lane. The air is still cool but it feels warmer in the sun.

"So she's got her bag back at last."

"Why are we doing this?"

"I need the exercise and you won't go for a run. Come on, hurry up, I haven't got a lot of time. "

We set off without the dogs and head down the lane. It is early afternoon, just before 2 o'clock. A late lunch break from work. The weather is dull, misty with a slight drizzle possibly low cloud. We walk quickly, the clock ticking before I need to be back at my desk.

"This is nice," said the Webmaster, "a benefit of working at home."

"Even in this weather? Does it make up for all the cups of tea you feel obliged to keep making for me?"

"Come on, if we don't go now we'll never go."

"I'm still tired."

"The fresh air will wake you up. I know you, you'll be grouchy if you don't get some exercise and it'll be my fault."

"Yeah yeah, I know, I'm coming. Where shall we go?"

"Just something short," suggested the Webmaster. "If we stay on the roads we can avoid the mud. I don't want the dogs getting wet and dirty."

"It's a nice day, but the wind is cold," says the Webmaster, fastening his coat. "But not that cold."

The Student is wrapped up in many layers again as we set off for a short morning walk. She seems determined to notice the cold and contrast it with the mild winter climate of California.

There is still ice on the road but it is thawing quickly where it is in the direct sunlight. 

"Walk on this side, it isn't so icy," advises the Webmaster.

 It is a cold, grey day with fine drizzle. We set of down the lane with the dogs.

"My hands are numb already," complains the Webmaster after less than 200 metres.

"I've pulled my sleeves down over mine. I should have brought gloves but it didn't feel this cold when I went for a run this morning and I didn't think I'd need them."

"The wind is cold, you might have been more sheltered down there."