There was a queue for the bridge this morning.
Twizzle and I were looking for new things to do but fortunately the Forestry Commission have introduced some new signs and timber piles into the inclosure so that was a good start.
At home Twizzle refuses to go through the stream. The lure of the marsh grass proved to be a good incentive to stepping into this one and soon he was going through it with very little concern.
Trotting on the lead rein. I found that pulling on him didn't work at all and it was better to let the rope through my hands in the hope that I wouldn't reach the end of it before he began to trot. Once trotting he soon caught me up and by the end of our walk he seemed quite eager to trot.
