Bluebells and wild garlic

The bluebells and wild garlic are coming up to their best.

Paradise

What a gorgeous morning! We met a lot of friends (canines and humans). One of them said that it was like paradise in the woods. I think they were talking about the weather and the bluebells were at their best. On the other hand, I was in paradise because I got to play with a new ball on a rope. Perfick, as Pop Larkin used to say in The Darling Buds of May.

Westonbirt Arboretum

They say that Westonbirt Arboretum is good for trees and bluebells at this time of year. Well I reckon it is just as good for mud, and, most of all, for all the other canine friends that I can play with there. I met another flat-coated retriever who reminded me of my Mum, Poppy.

Sunday afternoon

Sunday afternoon is definitely a good time to meet more admirers, walking off their Sunday lunch. I met a lot of people and dogs on the way to the bluebells at Sheepcombe Brake and Lower Hazel. Some recognised me as a flat-coated retriever and reminded me that the breed is the 'Peter Pan of the dog world - they look eternally youthful and are always playful' - see www.flat-coats.co.uk. I can't argue with that!