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It's the end of the week. At the start of this Month I would have mocked anyone for saying that to me. I've worked anti-social hours for so long now... actually...all my working life .The thought of consecutive week-ends off... and no late shifts...no nights... no "stupid o clock" starts in the morning...is quite unusual. The downside is...five straight shifts...no time off in the week when things are quiet...no time in the house with just me, the PC and the dog for company. 
Getting home in the evenings means that, (at this time of year), I have to turn around pretty quickly and walk the dog in the last hour of daylight. No rest. No time for a chat. No time for a cup of tea. No time to change into anything but my Wellington boots and a waterproof.
The walk is still worth the effort. Jake is his usual boisterous self. Crashing about the Common chasing pheasant, running down rabbits and stopping to make acquaintance with bovine and equine alike. I believe that there is a genuine affection with one or two of the horses that we walk amongst.
There are two small Welsh Cobs , a Grey and a Buttermilk Palomino...Jake walks slowly towards them and they stop their grazing to nuzzle and breathe all over him. I've seen them lick him and groom him, most unusual. When he has paid his compliments they turn to me for a Mint and a bit of affection, following me to the edge of their field. There are lots of apples on the ground and they make for an extra treat.
So...It's a week-end off, that means I can take an early morning walk at my leisure. Maybe bump into some people I haven't seen in a while. A breakfast with a newspaper before the Family have stirred.
Das the Horse Whisperer.
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