Our new dwellings are right on the edge of 100-acre wood – or I should say Ashdown Forest, which is the inspiration for A. A. Milne’s famous tales.
I was excited to explore, but the weather today has beaten us – and despite a brief walk around the edge of the forest, we will have to wait to play Pooh sticks, and jump in the sand pit.
The biggest point of interest was spotting two pheasant cocks fighting on the path we were walking along – the birds battled intensely against each other, jumping back and forth, sparing into each other – and it looked like nothing would stop this display of masculine nature – until our lab, Lolly, glanced up from her meanderings around the forest path – there was a momentary pause as she registered her potential prey – lab to greyhound – she was off chasing at a belt – whatever the male Pheasants were fighting over, was quickly forgotten – both birds shouted alarm and took to hurried flight – well hurried for Pheasants.
As the birds yealped and lumbered into the air – they vanished into the nearby heather and undergrowth, the lab split for choice, took route A, and we lost site of her – thoughts of shouting and hunting through 100 acre wood came to mind – I suppose the best way to bump into Tigger – we waited, and yelled – thankfully though we weren’t in for another Jolly moment, and the lab returned a few minutes later, annoyingly with no pheasant to show for her efforts.
We returned for a quite evening, as Annabel had some Masterchef to catch up on.