wonky donkey and no through roads

Mork and Mindy were (much to their annoyance) rounded up for a hoof trim in an opportune gap in the weather. This is a 6 times a year task otherwise their feet go all wonky and you cannot have a wonky donkey. 

Once Mork had finished kicking both yours truly and the farrier I decided to take some of the K9s out on the hill which is festooned with autumnal colours. 

In the setting sun the countryside looked amazing and even more so was the fact that we had found a never before seen trail to follow.

This led to much excitement from the intrepid dogs

and their leader.

But.... problems soon became apparent and lack of photos is due to either steepness/slippyness and/or yours truly fending off gorse bushes/excited dogs leaving no hands free.

This was about the point we decided to bale out as the path was well and truly badger sized and there was no way a 65kg dog with the brain capacity of an opal fruit and a fat bloke in orange shorts were going to negotiate the maze like quality of the way forward.

Still it was exciting 

and one of the group was super excited as he managed to get through the tunnels and back again unscathed.