Gelert on the High Street, Milverton

I have just got back from a twenty-four hour visit to a dear friend in Somerset who is not well. It ws rather hectic but at least I managed to cook a meal and help the family.

This morning the weather had at last got better, with much less wind and even clearing skies. One of my ways of helping was to take their dog, Gelert, for a walk up the road to the farm, as it has also been difficult for him recently. He had a bad accident and needed two operations to one of his rear legs, which needed a long metal plate with two big pins in it. He loves to run, at which he excels, but isn't allowed to yet until the bones are fully repaired.

So I had to keep him on a lead at all times. He was as good as gold, although I could tell he would have loved to race across the fields as he used to do. Instead he had to put up with me taking pictures of him at the end of his lead whilst standing sniffing wistfully into the wind. The road runs past their house at the edge of town and it is called the High Street, which is obviously a very old route as now it is a rutted single track road leading to a farm. Beyond the farm at the top of this hill the road becomes the old path that it always was, and probably it will remain so, leading across country to the next village and on then on beyond that.