Gwennie had an exciting day today.  We asked if any of the Gardens staff were available to go for a walk with her and Mr Grout suggested that Pendle was at a loose end and could do with the exercise.  Gwen has a bit of a soft spot for that lazy Gardener’s Lad, who often pops around to see her lunchtimes, and I have caught him sharing his corned-beef and brown sauce sandwiches with her on the bench by the scullery door.  He really knows the way to a little greyhounds heart is through her stomach!

So off they went, Gwen trotting happily beside Pendle as they meandered through the flower gardens. Such vibrant blooms as had survived the recent storms seemed to nod in approval as they passed, with Gwen occasionally pausing to sniff an especially fragrant rose or to chase a weather-resilient butterfly. Pendle, with his laid-back demeanour, matched her pace perfectly, occasionally stopping to let her investigate an intriguing scent or rustling leaf. They wandered down winding paths, past the lilac bushes and the rainwater-heavy hydrangeas, enjoying the tranquil beauty of the winter garden. It was a perfect little adventure, just the two of them, soaking in the serenity and each other’s company.

As their delightful afternoon stroll drew to a close, Pendle and Gwen found themselves meandering past Home Farm. Perched on the old stone wall sat Lucien, known as “Lucky,” the infamous farm cat. Lucky was a formidable sight, with his stark white fur, a single piercing eye, matched by an eye patch that made hom look like a pirate, and impressively large claws. His presence was as intimidating as his appearance, and he ruled the farmyard with an iron paw.

Lucky fixed Gwen with a menacing glare, his single eye narrowing ominously. Gwen, sensing the tension, quickened her steps, trying to avoid any confrontation with the growling cat. Pendle, too, kept his distance, knowing well the reputation of the gangster-like feline. All the animals on the farm feared Lucky, and even Pendle, with his easy-going nature, gave him a wide berth.

Once they were safely out of Lucky’s sight, both Gwen and Pendle let out sighs of relief. They continued their journey back to the gardens and the kitchen, where they had begun their adventure. The sense of serenity returned as they left the menacing presence of the farmyard behind, and they carried on, enjoying the last moments of their walk together.