Out for a dog walk on the Old Railway

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Out for a dog walk on the Old Railway after a lot of rain. It's quite pleasant for 6th October. Snoops knows the drill. Bears shit in the woods and so does he. Lively puppy jumps up. Oh no you shouldn't do that. Nice and calm day no wind and very few people. Parkforce are at the triangle doing what except discussing dogs. And now we are over the top with him crazy stick and mud time.

Daniel Sherburn

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