... of yew columns, in the mown grass, in the shadows of the yews, of a few angled tree-trunks, and the line of a single row of lavender.
This scene was at Mottisfont Abbey this afternoon where we took Jinks for a peaceful walk along the river and around the grounds.
It was not so peaceful a bit later near the stables where a small dog, quite unprovoked, took a dislike to Jinks and rushed to attack him, snarling and growling. Ray, not wishing to actually join in, tried to haul Jinks up by his harness and lead. Luckily the dog's owner quickly came over, apologising profusely and it was definitely one of those moments of happines when I found that Jinks hadn't been bitten.
Saturday roast tonight, lamb and a good bottle of red which, judging from the groans coming from the lounge where the men are watching Man Utd, will be more than welcome!
A small and belated September update for 2024, where I am still, after many years' membership, on 365 Project, also now posting elsewhere but wanting...
But that is the fifth story I have read recently after my dog on our property on a leash was attacked by a small dog belonging to a strange lady picking my fruit. People seem to think the small dogs don't need controlled.
Thank you for the comment on my photo. I find it quite scary when this happens as I personally am afraid to intervene in case the attacking dog starts on me.
@quietpurplehaze yes and when it happened to us it happened so fast I didn't even have a chance to consider how to react and my dog was hindered by being blind so just stood and got but twice in moments
Nice scene -but sorry to hear of Jinks misadventure -- why can not people keep their dogs on the lead when at such places I do not know !! I feel it's lack respect & disregard to everyone else Glad Jinks is OK !!
Thanks Darren. I was sitting having a drink outside the abbey when I noticed some of the lines and then saw all the others when I went over to take the shot.
@quietpurplehaze I don`t eat potato`s in there skin. During and after WW2 hungry and poor people ask by the wealthy people for the skins of there potato`s. (and for tulip bulbs.) to have something to eat . For me it`s the greatest symbol of having nothing .
And in those day`s the skin good be poison. (The green parts)
OK I understand that. I remember my dad escaping from the prison camp and going door to door with some old socks to barter for potatoes. But I love jacket potatoes, with butter and black pepper.
Hi Hazel, lovely shot, a beautiful place :0) sorry to hear about poor Jinks, this is really happening a lot now. A lot of people I speak to are now carrying attack alarms and/or lemon air freshner to spray if there is an aggressive dog as apparently dogs can't stand it. I think all dogs should be on leads in these places, I adore dogs and hate when one gets hurt x x
Thanks for your comment, Lynda, and for the info about the lemon air freshener which makes sense as you can buy collars here which emit a lemon smell to stop a dog barking.
But that is the fifth story I have read recently after my dog on our property on a leash was attacked by a small dog belonging to a strange lady picking my fruit. People seem to think the small dogs don't need controlled.
Thank you for the comment on my photo. I find it quite scary when this happens as I personally am afraid to intervene in case the attacking dog starts on me.
Great capture of lines on this wonderful field by Mottisfont Abbey
Glad everything turned out ok for Jinks and that at the very least, you got an apology!
The dog was on the lead but somehow pulled it out of his owner's hand and came to attack Jinks with lead trailing!!!
We have jacket potatoes (cooked in their skins in the oven), carrots, runner beans and onions with the roast lamb.
Thanks Darren. I was sitting having a drink outside the abbey when I noticed some of the lines and then saw all the others when I went over to take the shot.
Interesting - which are the leading lines?
And in those day`s the skin good be poison. (The green parts)
OK I understand that. I remember my dad escaping from the prison camp and going door to door with some old socks to barter for potatoes. But I love jacket potatoes, with butter and black pepper.
The lavender and how the grass is cut all lead your eyes into the distance and ultimately to the statue.
Thanks for the explanation, Richard.
Thanks for your comment, Lynda, and for the info about the lemon air freshener which makes sense as you can buy collars here which emit a lemon smell to stop a dog barking.
Enjoy it.
Jacket potatoes are second only to roast potatoes in my opinion!