Anyone who thought the snow had disappeared needs to take a hound hike up the Clent Hills. Today the white stuff was banked up to waist height in some parts along the forest tracks and almost reached the tops of our owners wellies. The whole area has been turned into a magical winter wonderland and once we reached the summit of Walton's Hill, the sun sparkled off the diamond white icicles and snow-covered boughs of every tree and shrub.
The Clent Hills is a wonderful place to walk in all weathers but today it really was like taking a trip through Narnia. The hills are a haven for fallow deer but our owners were shrieking with such hearty gales of laughter as they slid and teetered along the paths that the noise would have scared an elephant, let alone a deer.
Elaine (pictured in her ridiculous lumberjack hat with Clare and Ann) is our Clent expert and has enjoyed plenty of walks in the area with her flat coated retriever Jack. Sadly, Jack left us for doggy heaven earlier this year after a sudden illness and we're all still coming to terms with not having him around.
As all dog lovers know only too well, losing a best four-legged friend is a heart-breaking experience and it feels strange to revisit favourite walks alone especially when you're used to carrying a lead and hearing the jingle of an identity disc on a collar.
But Elaine's a game girl and we're helping her get back into her stride. We all had a fabulous time up on Clent today. Grab your wellies and a funny hat, check out my page and follow our route.
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