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The Sunday walk that is never just a walk Mother’s Day has a funny way of sneaking up on us. One minute you are minding your own business; the next you are panic buying flowers while holding a dog lead and trying not to drop your phone into a puddle. Classic. If you have a mum in your life who loves her dog, you might notice something. Her “quick walk” is never quick. It is a whole little expedition. There is the lead, the poo bags, the treat pouch that somehow vanished, the

Saturday morning optimism There is something about a weekend walk that feels like a tiny reset button. The kettle goes on, the dog does that hopeful little dance by the door, and you suddenly believe you are the sort of person who definitely has their life together. Then you step outside and realise you have forgotten the poo bags. Again. So, here is my relaxed, real world checklist. Not the sort that makes you feel guilty. More the sort that saves you a wet sleeve, a hungry

The door moment January has a very specific sound. The rain tapping the kitchen window, the lead jingling, your dog doing that hopeful little stare that says, We are going out, obviously. And you, in socks, thinking, 'Do we really have to?' To be honest, this is where most winter walks are won or lost. Not on the muddy path. Not in the sideways drizzle. It is right there by the door, when everything feels like a faff and the sofa looks like a life choice. So I try to make the

You know that moment on a walk when your dog finally “goes”, you pick it up, knot the bag neatly, and then you are stuck. One hand has the lead and the other has a warm little parcel swinging by your side. Then of course you bump into someone you know. You stand there chatting away with a full, smelly poo bag dangling between you. There’s nothing worse. The walk that started it all Our family walks in West Wales are usually lovely. Green lanes, sea breeze, sheep watching us f