Back to Black Dog Halt

Today Ziggy and I went for a walk along the old railway track, the starting point of our walk being a place that is very special to me, Black Dog Halt.

As we walked, I realised that I had not taken that route since before Wiggle passed away but it was nice to think of the happy memories.

Ziggy was happy to trot along, taking it all in:

After recent rain, there was plenty of mud for Ziggy to splash in:

Daft, muddy Baldy Dog:

Ziggy ran ahead, just like Wiggle used to, as if he knew where he was: 

Through a gateway, we could see a large puddle had formed in the fields which lead to the river: 

I've never seen Ziggy run ahead as fast as he did today when he saw the water!

And he was in!

I just loved seeing him so utterly happy, splashing in the water, then running to me before heading back to the water:

And just as I was thinking how perfect it all was, I noticed Ziggy had found his idea of perfection - something nasty and stinky to roll in:

After some more splashing around, we headed back the way we had come:

And Ziggy had a bath as soon as we got home!