It's misty on them there moors

It was raining when we woke up today, so Ollie and I decided Wednesdays would be our day of rest. We got a bit bored by 10.30am though so headed out to the moors via the footpath next to our cottage.

Now for those of you that know my dog you'll know that:

1) he's not exactly good with horses
2) he's not great with live stock either
3) he doesn't like men carrying bags
4) he likes chasing balls

So I was a little perturbed to find that after only 5 minutes the 'footpath to the moors' actually turned into a trek across an 18 hole golf course stuck in the middle of Dartmoor.

Sheep and wild horses everywhere with golf balls flying overhead, a monsoon and a woman with a mad spaniel trying to navigate the footpath which had disappeared somewhere around the 8th hole. Ridiculous.

We lasted barely an hour before we (well me really, Ollie was having a whale of a time) gave up and headed into Ivybridge to get some supplies.

Bottle of wine and a face pack and we're ready for an evening of Midsomer Murders :)