Some of the fondest childhood memories I have are of long walks with my granny.
We would have a lovely breakfast and I think we would maybe head out after that.
She had a German Pointer (that farted a lot) and we used to take him for walks.
Whatever the weather we would head out for a 6-8 mile walk and since then I’ve always loved walking. Unfortunately the little one isn’t quite old enough but since the weather has been bad I have started going for the occasional walk instead of the run I’m missing.
Here are some of the images from that walk
Was glad I wasn’t taller.This was all put together for this weeks gallery over at sticky fingers where the subject is "Walks