#VirtualDogWalk This afternoon’s walk was like an allegorical version of my life. I went much further than I intended to, and I wasn’t properly equipped. The melted snow has made the fields very muddy and it gets even deeper, high up on the track.
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#autistic
#adventure
1/
There came a point when the thought of carrying on and going back were equally awful. I stood there for a bit, having a think and sinking deeper into the mud. Izzy seemed keen to press ahead, so onwards and upwards it was. This meant crossing a stream and walking the plank...
2/
Spurred on by the thought of going back through all that terrible mud I inched my way across the plank. After a short uphill climb we reached a clearing and I looked up and realised how blue the sky was. At some point soon we needed to head downhill to get home before sunset.
3/
I had bears on my mind because when I’m on a muddy walk I always recite @MichaelRosenYes’s poem. So when we reached the snow-line and I found a giant footprint I wasn’t that surprised. My size 6/39 walking boot is in the photo for scale.
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#DailyExercise
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4/ Giant paw print in snow next to size 6 walking boot.
Izzy pressed on up the hill like a Sherpa, with me trailing a little way behind. She’s quite fearless now, except when she sees another dog. The sunlight through the trees was entrancing. I tripped up a couple of times due to looking at the view, instead of where I was going.
5/
Just when I was thinking I had misjudged things and might end up needing to be rescued I found a foot path sign. Izzy was grazing on grass occasionally. I was regretting the lack of refreshments, but that might have turned my walk into a picnic.
Time to head towards home.
6/
Heading back down the hill, enjoying the pale winter sunshine we met some horses having their supper. That made me feel even hungrier. Izzy trotted up and down, taking a good look at them. They looked back, seemingly unimpressed.
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#DogsOfTwitter
#VirtualDogWalk
7/
Beyond the field, where the horses were eating, was an old farm. And opposite the farmhouse was an even more desirable residence. A caravan parked on the far margin of a meadow, in splendid isolation. Ideal for a solitude-loving pylon fan like me.
#pylon
#solitude
#caravan
8/
As we approached the main road the sun was low in the sky. I avoided taking a short cut across the field that had cows in it during the summer. No sign of them now, but better not to risk it. The traffic on the main road was heavy. Not sparse like it was in the March lockdown.
9/
The best adventures are often the unplanned kind. The company of a small dog was emboldening. When I thought I’d lost my way I saw a sign. I took time to marvel at the beauty of nature. The journey was harder than I expected, but I got home safely in the end.
#AllAutistics
10/end View along a muddy frosty woodland path with trees in shades

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