Head on

I met a pair of curlews on the moor this morning, or more specifically, they met me.

When we got off the moor, Little Dog refused to cross the road back towards home, instead pulling towards the lanes that extended the route. How could I refuse on such a beautiful morning? I also thought that she won't live forever nor be able to walk the moors forever and if she wants to enjoy an extra outing, who am I to decline it for no good reason?

The moment that made my day today was my last tutee who said, "I leave here and feel like I am actually intelligent."