While away recently, my puppy enjoyed games with me in our holiday garden. The grass was soft, green and mossy. There were shelters to explore along the garden's edges and a wooden Wendy house covered with overgrown brambles and climbers. A tree at the end of the garden was steeped in a layer of crunchy brown leaves it had shed for winter.
Each morning I'd climb into my wellies and take a ball out to play with the dog in this new, exciting space which had plenty of new scents to investigate. A gate at the end led to a forest beyond.
One morning we woke to see a fawn in our garden, my most magical memory of the week which has stayed with me since coming home.