We discovered Bacton Woods hundreds of years ago when Mum and Dad lived in Bacton and needed somewhere to walk Rusty, their Battersea Dog's Home rescuee. They had just moved up from Surrey and so needed a new regular walking spot - I remember Sunday afternoons walking with Mum and Rusty with lots of carrier bags tucked in our pockets, ready to collect small logs and twigs for the fire. I was into foraging even then!
Now it's become a walk that Finn and I regularly do, especially on days when we're visiting Mum and Dad. If it's a miserable day, we go to Mum and Dad's first and then come home via the woods so that Finn doesn't end up depositing mud and leaves all over their house. If it's a lovely day, we'll go to the woods first to give him a good run, so that - fingers crossed! - he is so tired when we get to Mum and Dad's that he lays down and doesn't become too much of a nuisance. That being good normally only lasts until Finn spies Dad with the biscuit tin and then it's all over!
It's different every time we go, the seasons change, the colours of the trees change, the shadows are different lengths, the light levels change. But I love it throughout the year - I love that Finn isn't on the lead from the time we arrive to the time we leave - except when we spot the odd horses trotting around. We're so lucky to have such good dog-walking places to visit. That boy is spoilt rotten, but I wouldn't have it any other way!
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