Our friend Jack was visiting for one precious day so we took him for an early morning walk around Chewton on one of our favourite tracks.
First we crossed the highway and slipped down Ottery Street to Forest Creek, now dry except for a stinky waterhole of stagnant water. Continue reading “Walk with Jack”
I hadn’t intended walking the oval this morning, but Mr P dragged me in that direction. He was right of course: it is a lovely place at 6:30 in the morning.
For the first time, we enter through the granite gate which is also the War Memorial and where wreathes are laid every Anzac Day. Continue reading “At the oval, again”
Woke this morning with the words from Donovan’s song, Catch the Wind going around in my head. Pumpkin and I headed off for an early morning walk before breakfast.
The first thing to greet us was a high jet stream splitting the sky in two. It seemed like a gift. A cool, gentle breeze was blowing and all around, flowers, grasses and leaves were dancing. The sun was still low and the shadows were long, turning my friendly canine into a lurching wolf. Continue reading “Catching the wind”
A favourite place of ours to walk to and around is the soccer oval, home to Castelmaine Goldfields SC, located in the Chewton Soldiers Memorial Park.
A lot of kangaroos hang out there overnight, and in the early morning, when they have headed off to their daytime hideouts, there is always a lot of new roo poo for Pumpkin to sniff and, if it is fresh enough, to roll in. Continue reading “At the oval”