Robin Hood, where art thou.

I love walking in the wood with our dog. Especially when no one else is around. It rained last night so everything is damp and vibrant in color, and it's very very quiet.

Ours is a proper wood with beautiful trees just starting to lose their leaves and all having nice rough bark. Deep into the wood you can actually tune out the sound of cars racing by outside the wood, and tune into the ghostly footsteps of hundreds of years worth of walkers inside. It's not hard to imagine you are in 15th, 16th, or 17th Century England, if not earlier, and going to pass some peasant coming or going to the next village. It's rather humbling and a bit awesome for an American like me.

Until my shoe come into contact with a 21st Century piece of dogshit.