Forgotten Tracks

A stroll on a forgotten track Finally, after 12 years I walked the track where my dog and I so often trod she was hunting rabbits and got quite hot but we cooled off at a little man-made dam which now has been fenced in, in the middle of nowhere someone has stated their property rights. The dog died I bought a motorbike and got lazy illness stopped me for a bit; I felt alone walking There without my dog. How great it was to walk and not be reminded of my age and treated like an invalid, and now I feel the good tiredness doing something to be proud of