Springtime down the Fairy Glen

This morning both dogs stood and watched as I packed my suitcase ready for my long weekend away staying with my sister. I think Poppy realised what was happening, Bud perhaps not but he recognised that she was not happy. The expression in their eyes started to make me feel guilty, so off we went down the Fairy Glen, one of their favourite walks.

The weather was cold and misty but it was beautiful down the Glen, bluebells and wood anemones were clustered alongside the burn and the leaves on the trees were such a bright, fresh green. The dogs paddled in the water and browsed on the new grass like cows.