I borrowed Daisy from Sarah Hosking yesterday. With cheese treats in my pocket I set off to discover what it was like to take a walk with a dog again. Luckily Daisy May was extremely well behaved, even when we came to a bridge, with two yappy little dogs straining away from their worried owner, she just gave them a quick sniff and passed on oblivious.
We took the Mill walk over muddy paths, beside frozen ponds and out across the fields where we saw a huge heron land in the next field like a stringless kite.
We found spring bulbs poking their spikes up out of the frozen ground and I thought of Cassandra Mortmain and her yearning for Spring and sun and warmth. Dodie wrote so much of the book while she was living in New York during the war, yearning for her lovely cottage in Finchingfield and I feel the poignancy of that here.
Even in this frosty place with more snow on its way – it is a beginning. And being here, with Daisy is a new beginning and who knows where it will lead me.