Some mornings I walk the dogs near my home. This park is on the other side of the hill. Yesterday we were soaked as the rain started to fall and there was nowhere to shelter. Cammy hates his body to be rained on.
Today it was sunny.
We only did a small part of the trail and just looked at the exercises. Walking was enough exercise for us old things.
The track is quite steep in places. Cammy and Abby do the hurdles by walking beneath them.
I crouched under this rack, but still got wet. I guess the b-ulgy bits were sticking out.
And then, finally, we come out at the top of the hill. Port Gladstone is ahead with the grain silos and some of the town.
The power and the glory!
