One Man and His Dog

A nice sunny, if rather cool, morning, it just couldn't be wasted. The meadows were even deeper in mud so we had to stick to proper paths. Normally this would mean out to, and around  the lake, but on a sunny Saturday morning, all the town, with their kids and dogs, would have the same idea. Instead,  we followed a series of little used local connecting paths, a stretch of disused road where we saw this man and dog, and a few hundred yards of the old Roman Iknield Street