Eyes of the squirrel...

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So the intrepid travellers have returned from yet another weekend gallivanting across this beautiful island in their Wobble Box.

By now, you've probably realised that these weekends are completely built up around our two woofers.  Where can we walk them?  Will there be a river for Percy to launch himself into?  Will there be a couple of pubs en route for the holidaying humans? All of this is looked into before we head out each day, and this weekend's walks were The Clarendon Way, which was a really great walk with hills, woodland, pubs and wide open fields. 

Today we decided to do the Test Way.  Now, the choice of this walk was purely based  on the fact that the local river is called the Test, so one would assume that the river would feature somewhere on route.  It didn't.  Well it did, but everywhere we looked, there were signs hung from fences, gates and in the woodland, nailed to trees.  What did these signs say?

'Private'
'Keep Out'
'Private Grounds and Fishing'
'No access to the Public'

And my own personal favourite as we sallied past a beautiful lake in the middle of a wood...

'You are being watched...'

Who by, exactly?  I can't imagine that the police are going to be hiding in the conifers waiting for someone to step off the path, so I can only assume that they have recruited the local wildlife to snitch on unsuspecting ramblers.

I can just picture Sergeant Squirrel Nutkin (the meanest squirrel in Salisbury having had a run in with an owl which resulted in him losing his tail) reporting in to Commander Tufty Fluffytail (he used to be a road traffic officer but was usurped by a bloke in tight green pants so had to take a sideways promotion.  Also has never been able to live his surname down and has had LOVE and NUTS tattooed across his front paws in an attempt to appear less camp).

But the husband and I are not to be put off by rogue rodents, and we eventually found somewhere where Percy could wade in up to his knees.

We are now awaiting a summons from the camp Commander Fluffytail for breaching the fence.

Not to worry, I've just ordered several family bags of mixed nuts , and I've heard that the Commander is partial to one or two...

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