Friends, Collies, free loving dogs,
(For anyone new to my blog a very big welcome; I’m Ben, a young Border Collie. You can find out all about my big adventure here Ben’s Blog but, this particular post is my third record of such v. v. v extraordinary times)
Well Ben isn’t usually lost for words, but this one has me beaten – almost. How can I capture, how is it possible to articulate, the joy, the absolute – unreserved – bliss, of resuming my walks in Maibie Forest, post lockdown.
Never, ever again, can Ben take the freedom of his daily forest walk for granted. As soon as we hit the rumble strips, before turning into the forest, composure went right out of the window. My usual excitement, represented by a little song and dance routine on the back seat, was an unrecognisable relation of today’s elation, when the wolf within escaped in great howls of ecstasy; Ben was back.
All morning the sun embraced the trees with a hue that lit up every track, and a glow that warmed not only my back but, the very cockles of my heart. I glided into our old routines with a fluidity that dispensed with the privations of the last three months. Not in all my six years had my senses been so alive. The symphony of running water changed it’s mood dependant on the particular landscape that orchestrated it, and it’s taste – oh, the purest of all nectar – refreshed my jubilation, as I ran and romped and swam in a myriad of streams. The smell of pine brought Christmas to this party too, which I did think a little odd as it’s the middle of July! Meantime a couple of squirrels scarpered up trees playing – frustrating – way out of my reach, just before a deer darted across our path, leaving only a tantalising scent for my nose to follow, before the whistle called me back.
Above all, in the quiet of the field or the buzz of the car park, meeting and greeting my old friends Oscar, Holly and Molly was the icing on today’s celebration cake; as respective owners allowed our leads to extend for a touching of noses, while maintaining this strange new social distancing thing they are going in for nowadays. I even sat patiently while our people exchanged their v. v. v lengthy lockdown narratives in which, all agreed, our specialism in unconditional love had been the saving grace; we too, had played our part.
At home sleep was sweet and, as I drifted off, I could have sworn someone whispered, “Munros soon”, or was that a dream.
Love Ben xx