Have we found a Troll?

Today is 30%'s birthday, so the day started with coffee in bed, followed by the opening of cards.

We spent a leisurely morning pottering around the house and TP turned up just after midday.  We all lunched together before TP and I headed out for a walk with the dogs.

We headed out as far as Pete the Beekeeper's house, and then turned to head home. On a whim I decided to head homeward via the footpath across the fields,* rather than my normal route along the lanes.  After a few hundred yards we came to a footbridge over the stream.  Hobson and The Rat charged across it, and headed off in to the next field.  Traitorous Bastard stepped on to the bridge and froze!  For some reason he was very perturbed by the wooden slats of the deck and would not cross. I tried calling him, but he was having none of it.  In the end I put his lead on and gave him a "heel" command.  This seemed to work and he crossed the bridge. His nervousness was still apparent, but at least his willingness to comply with the heel command overrode his apprehension and nervousness about the footbridge.

TB comes across as quite a confident dog, and this is the first time, since he came to live with us last May, that he has demonstrated apprehension on one of our walks.  In retrospect it is quite possible that he has never walked across a footbridge before today, or perhaps he sensed the presence of a Troll?**

This evening we headed over to The Arrow Mill for 30%'s birthday dinner.  We were a little apprehensive, as we had not eaten there for many years after receiving indifferent service and a truly terrible dessert.***  On this occasion I can report that the food was lovely and the service was great.  The terrible dessert was still on the menu, but I made a different selection.

So, I think we all had a relaxing Easter Sunday. It was nice to have TP join us to celebrate 30%'s birthday.

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* We have had reasonable weather for a while, and I was hopeful that the fields and footpath would now be dry underfoot. 

** They do, after all, like to take up residence under bridges

*** It was a coconut panna cotta that had a horrible grainy texture.  I abandoned it after one mouthful and did advise the waitress that it was terrible. She just shrugged and carried on clearing the table.