Blaeberries are running rampant through the Brushwood, pushing heather aside and throwing their early season not-yet-ripe berries sunward. They cheerfully bump shoulders with the natural regeneration birch trees, still finding their footing.
Auri has become fixated with the Brushwood, choosing to walk that path – and only that path – as often as she can. We’re currently working on another strategy for Scapa’s weekend walks, seeing as she was short-changed on Sunday by a determined toddler who was having none of it. We tried to coax Auri further, down toward the Greenwood, so Scapa could get a longer run.
“Come on, Auri, this way!”
“No!” she replied, equally as cheerfully, setting off in a resolute fashion back the way we’d come. We waited as long as we could, but she continued. Eventually, when she heard us call Scapa and follow her, she shot back the most cheeky, triumphant grin I have ever seen.