I had a wonderful wander (apart from the dog poop on my shoe) through the woods with Molly this afternoon as the colours were glorious
and the crunch of my shoes on the carpet of crisp, fallen leaves evoked
memories of both my own and more recent childhood walks with Nerea. There’s something
irresistible about recklessly kicking up leaves while they still retain their “just
fallen”, papery fragility. Molly also sensed my joyful mood and joined
in, chasing imaginary critters, nosing and tossing her head through the bronze
and copper confetti, her tawny coat a perfect match for the season
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