Life in North Wales with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."
('The Alchemist' Paulo Coelho)
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Primroses and goats
Another glorious day here in North Wales. The pessimist in me whispers that we are sure to have to pay for this later in the year, but today, Paddy and I sallied forth for our walk and came across these, blossoming bravely in the grass.
On our way home, this character was looming in the middle of the path. I'm not sure how Paddy is with goats and being suddenly assailed by comic strip memories of people being propelled through the air by virtue of contact between goat's horns and the seat of their pants, I thought it might be wise for us to retrace our steps to another path which would lead us to the same destination.
Of course we should have been making the most of the day by going out somewhere further afield but Keith was more interested in this. Can you believe it?