A bitter-sweet walk. Holywell, and the walks over to Crantock, always deliver, and walking a familiar route helped what was a sad walk. It was the first time that we took Agatha with us for a while. Increasingly, our Sunday Walks were becoming more than Harry could manage, and it felt wrong to take one dog and not the other.
When Steve and I walked here with Harry and Agatha, it would be a much shorter walk, but one that everyone loved. Harry would have a small run and then pad alongside us. Agatha would sprint left and right, up and down, chasing balls, bunnies and birds. She only catches the balls!
It felt horrible to be only walking with one dog but we’ll get used to it. I kept looking for Harry and trying not to cry when I remembered he wasn’t with us.
The walk ended with a roast at Holywell. Not my favourite I’m afraid.
Oh well, not all walks can be winners, but we walked beautifully scenery with great friends, Agatha got a really good stretch and we saw lots of seals hauled up on a beach.
We’ll take that as a win.
