Day 92 –  Barking up the wrong tree.

I go up to these woods frequently, to walk the dog, allow my daughter to play and climb the trees as she so loves to do, and to get perspective on things. I look down on the beautiful town I live in, let the fresh air and wind blow any worries I have away if only momentarily, it’s great to see the surrounding view and watch the clouds roll by. It’s so peaceful to watch the sun setting behind the distant hills… unless you take a yappy little dog that doesn’t listen to you and chases two mountain bikers halfway across the hills, there goes my serene evening trying to watch the sunset! At least she wasn’t chasing deer across london! FENTON!