We've gotten into a rut. When we want to take the dog for a weekend walk, we typically go to Black Park, near Pinewood Studios. We know the park well, and while there may be livestock there, they're behind an enclosure. So it's a safe walk, fenced off for the most part, and about halfway through our walk we come upon a nice stream for drinking water.
But last weekend we decided to try Langley Park, which is across the road, more or less, from Black Park. My gardener had told me about it before, and I thought it might be an equally nice place to walk. It's lovely—the rhodedendrens are in full bloom. Towering ornamental cedar trees line the wide paths. It seemed safe enough for a dog who has a tendency to bark at cows.
We followed the path out of the park and into the Langley Estate, once owned by the grandson of the first Duke of Marlborough (he didn't get along with his grandmother, so he bought his own place). We walked along a haha, and then to the ornamental lake, where we came upon these beautiful blond cows.
With Sparky on a lead, we walked around, giving him plenty of space. Further on, we were able to let him off lead in a field, where he was mainly interested in eating the lush grass. I guess the cows gave him some ideas.
It's a nice park, and we'll probably go back. But we do love Black Park, with its wooded paths and fine views of the studio lot.
Right. I've dutifully reminded myself why I love this country, on a day which has no right to go by the name of Summer.