I like space.
Space to think, space to breath, space to enjoy life and space to take in the view.
I’ve never been a town or city person, those built-up places make me feel closed in, trapped, suffocated; yes I know that some people thrive on “City Life,” but it’s not for me.
Dookes H.Q. is in the middle of North Cornwall nowhere and recently I’ve begun to appreciate my local field gates.
I lean on them….quite a lot!
The roads and lanes of North Cornwall are delightful, often narrow, frequently bumpy and normally bounded by high banks and hedges. Gates give a glimpse from those roads across wonderful countryside and tantalising views of the sea. The trouble is that when I’m travelling on either two or four wheels I never seem to stop, but when I’m walking things take on a totally different perspective.
Life at Dookes H.Q. is often dictated by Working Cocker Spaniels, wonderfully busy little dogs who live life to their fullest and effervesce with boundless energy….which means walks, lots of walks!
That’s where gates come in handy.
They have become places to pause.
Places to welcome the dawn.
Places to see the Moon rise.
Places to contemplate.
Places to be thankful.
Places to feel renewed.
….and also just somewhere for an old geezer to lean on and get his breath back after keeping pace with his four legged friend.
I love gates.
Catch you soon,
Dookes
Hogrider Dookes 
Fine images and a lovely dog. I like a good gate – we are blessed with many in the wilds of Northumberland. Invariably they are decrepit and supported by ancient stone posts – the perfect combination. Just back from a meander across the moors on the Scrambler – no gates up there, just a very chill wind.
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Thank you. Yes Smudge is quite a handsome chap!
I find the decrepit gates not so good to lean on….I can never tell if it’s the old gate that creaks or my knees!
Well done for getting out in the scrambler.👍
Dookes
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