There’s a definite chill in the air, this evening;
& the woods are almost imperceptibly changing their hue from green to gold. I couldn’t help but notice that slight bite in the air as I trudged down to feed the kids for the final time, this evening; before we know it, Winter will have crept upon us yet there is still so much we must do on the Ffarm, before her chill fingers have us in their icy grasp.
The sky was full of grim, grey cloud as I made my way to our first group dog-training session. It suited my mood; Nanuk had somehow slipped into the horses’ field just before we left, & had chased Darwin & Rolypoly until they got fed up & hustled her back out of the field. Luckily, no-one was the worse for wear so I bundled Nanuk into the Navara, behind schedule. By the time we’d arrived at Glas Bryn (‘Green Hill’) a damp drizzle had set in although we worked so hard during the class it was hardly noticeable. Nanuk did not exactly cover herself in glory & was unfortunately but understandably – given her stage in training – the most unruly of the four dogs in attendance. There was a very appealing young Golden Retriever; a butch Rhodesian Ridgeback; & a nervous Doberman. I was quite surprised at the reaction to Nanuk as initially the other owners drew back, with one exclaiming, “she looks just like a wolf!” which actually, she doesn’t at all (see her pic in my ‘New Arrival’ post on 15th August). She did settle, eventually; but it hit home just what a long way there is to go. We’ve booked another private lesson for later in the week as a precursor to the next class. Ah well; early days.
Ironically the Doberman’s owner, David, also used to be in the RAF; like Tony, he was a pilot although on the Maritime Fleet. After leaving he flew for ‘civvy street’ for 20 years & has only recently (& reluctantly) retired. We were doing the usual – catching up on people & places we might have in common – when I mentioned the company Tony works for. Coincidentally a very good friend of David’s was on Tony’s Airbus Conversion Course in Toulouse last September: it’s a small world, & even smaller with wings on, it seems. Does this prove the ‘power of six’ theory? – that wherever you are in the world, whomever you meet, will know someone-who knows someone-who knows someone-who knows someone-who knows you?! Who knows….?!