It was a sunny day last Thursday morning, with a strong bitterly cold wind, the sort that rattles your bones and teeth all at the same time. We are tough, we can handle it. Fudge was eager to read the latest news bulletin from the last visiting dog along the walkway.
Let’s hit the road and head to Morges.
Which is about 11kms down the road from Aubonne, another town situated along Lake Geneva. On arrival, the colourful tulips were a cheerful sight. Fudge was eager to check them out, and before we knew it, he was. Bounding and leaping through them. We avoided all eye contact with what appeared to be stern looking ladies coming towards us. They didn’t understand the overwhelming urge that Fudge had to bound and leap through the tulips, We understood.
Luckily no flower or dog was hurt.
With Fudge on a lead not so long, let’s go for a stroll through the lens of my camera.
Did I mention there was a strong wind?