Everything but the dog's bowl

We went for a very pleasant walk around Gruffalo Wood (a.k.a. Oversley) this afternoon. We took a picnic with us, and seemingly everything but the kitchen sink. Well, everything but a dog's bowl actually. I seem to recall we DID have the kitchen sink.

Not one to be beaten, Clive soon worked out a way to let Hector and Ziggy have a nice refreshing drink of Evian.

Simply open said dog's mouth, and squirt. They soon got the hang of it, but I think they won't be happy in future unless it's Evian in their water bowls.

We found lots more Gruffalo poo on the footpaths. It seems that wherever you find horseshoe tracks, the Gruffalo seem to follow them.

We also had a lot of Granddad and Kai (with Hector and Ziggy) taking side-tracks into the woods and then, pretending to be Gruffaloes, jumping out on the rest of us. It was great and "jolly good fun" in a Famous Five sort of way (we'd just had our sandwiches and lashings of lemonade), because there were hardly any other people in the woods.

That all went well until we, the rear party, were overtaken by a nice young courting couple (lovely phrase that) studying their book on Warwickshire Walks. I think they wondered what on was going on when they were suddenly leapt on by a chap and his grandson and two dogs shouting fearsome Gruffalo noises.

I don't expect they'll be using that book for walk itineraries in a hurry again.