Live, travel, adventure,bless and don't be sorry.

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Canoed from Totnes to Stoke Gabriel with a packed lunch stop here. Feeling grateful for days like this at work and grateful to live in such a beautiful place. I’ll always go away to find new adventures but there’s something about it here that makes me always come back.
#devon #riverdart #canoe #canoeing

Canoed from Totnes to Stoke Gabriel with a packed lunch stop here. Feeling grateful for days like this at work and grateful to live in such a beautiful place. I’ll always go away to find new adventures but there’s something about it here that makes me always come back.
#devon #riverdart #canoe #canoeing

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It’s far too quiet. No bark at the noise of the letterbox. No excited footsteps at the jangle of keys. No whimper for attention and a nuzzle of my hand. Her bed is gone, her toys are away, no bowls or treats or bones. It’s beginning to feel like a dog never lived here. I miss finding this spot on her head. Her ears would go back and her eyes would flutter and close. The spot where a worrisome and anxious old dog would find peace, if just for a moment. Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished. It doesn’t feel like home without her. It’s far too quiet.

It’s far too quiet. No bark at the noise of the letterbox. No excited footsteps at the jangle of keys. No whimper for attention and a nuzzle of my hand. Her bed is gone, her toys are away, no bowls or treats or bones. It’s beginning to feel like a dog never lived here. I miss finding this spot on her head. Her ears would go back and her eyes would flutter and close. The spot where a worrisome and anxious old dog would find peace, if just for a moment. Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished. It doesn’t feel like home without her. It’s far too quiet.