We are in the forest on the other side of the pine

Milou, me and husband of mine

precariously placed a rickety structure we saw

high above the forest floor

a complicated network tied to the trees

it did not look like it could survive even the slightest of breeze

Friday and our now regular walk

Milou has a buddie for a run, i have a buddie to talk

their are beautiful reflections on the lake 

i have my new camera, images for my blog to take

Thursday and we take another favourite tack

down to the courts in a large circuit and back

the cochon noir are foraging for food to find

with rolling hills and mountains, a magnificent scene behind

The mountains this late afternoon are tipped in pink

a sunny day tomorrow looking at the mountains i think

Milou and i are walking with her half husky pal

they hope to run again in february, i know they shall

For Milou and i there are many distractions

i am responsible for all of her actions

i have found a whistle, it seems very good

she can be distracted from what she is doing, and not misunderstood

we are up high above Monleon on the mountain fells

just sheep and melodious sounds of their bells

on the edge of a beautiful forest covered in pine

reaching out over the ridge in a beautiful thick line

The mountain stretch are later cloaked in cloud

fields that have been harvested, newly ploughed

the sun is trying desperately to filter through

and around the lake, egrets, herons and ducks 

bits of sky are trying to be blue