east horsley

I recently spent a week down in the southwest London village, East Horsley where my Uncle Ashley and Aunt Denise live because my father was visiting.

Each morning Dad and I took Henry on long walks on the (muddy) footpaths/bridleways around Horsley.

I thought it would take longer for Henry to get used to the rain and misty mornings but I was wrong.  It might have helped that grandpa Nigel was around (and his enthusiastic fast walk) because every morning, despite the soaking wet trails and fog, he had a pep in that step (I call it his sashay shante). So as Nigel picked up litter (some things never change) and Henry sashayed, I snapped some photos.