Jim's got style...
Evening walk. Jim is posing, romantically staring into the glorious setting sun... and wondering how we're going to get over this one.
We decidied to do a short walk after a busy day at work - only two and a half miles - but it involved 10 stiles!
I'm getting an expert on these things: traditional, squeeze, swing, you name it, Jim and I have been through them, over them and under them.
Normally Jim just runs under them, and I weave the lead through the fencing like knitting, but today I had to lift him over two of them as his path was blocked with fencing - it seemed to cause him some confusion (he only has little legs and gets worried when I climb over the stile and he thinks I'm leaving him behind!). According to his expression, hoisting him over is very undignified - wish I could have blipped that...
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