We have a choice at this point on our dog walks – follow the track for a longer walk, eventually climbing steps to the quarry edge, or turn right and follow a muddy path up to Croft Hill. The mud was frozen, and Lesia is getting too old for longer walks that involve steps, and so we took the shorter route, emerging onto the meadow on the side of the Hill. We reached the stile that leads back onto the path alongside the Lane, and I realised that Tia, who had certainly followed us onto the Hill, was no longer with us. I called her, and voice from the path by the Lane, on the far side of trees and shrubs, asked if I had a lost a dog, and confirmed that a dog with a curly tail was on “her” side if the trees. Tia had decided to join the path through the fence by the previous stile, and had followed her own route, which, presumably, had much more interesting scents.
I'm surprised they didn't keep looking back to see where you were! A bit worrying if there are different paths! Lovely cold misty look along this path!
Wow, that does look "sloppy" but one thinks Tia would have preferred the longer route so she made her own. Gotta love em. The picture is a leading line which is my favorite comp style and it just seems to call to you to see what is further down the walk.
