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It's been just over a week (of an estimated three month recovery time) and I am already heartily bored of having a broken ankle. 

After my beach adventure I probably shouldn't have gone out again, but I do get itchy and Reddish Vale Country Park beckoned. I strapped up my foot and gave it a go.

At this time of year it is particularly beautiful, and in the rain everything was rich and gleaming. 

The dogs have been waiting for their turn in the car, so we brought them along for a sniffy, scampery walk. They are well behaved on a short lead but we do allow them a long line on a Proper Walk. Hercules galloped ahead, insofar as little legs allow, but Sephy had found the car difficult and wanted a bit more reassurance, so she stayed close. 

Shortly afterwards there was a very interesting bit of grass, and both dogs stalled for a thorough investigation. 

We passed a big patch of buttercups, and the Husbuzz and I got talking about checking to see if people liked butter, by holding the flower under their chin. I remembered my cousin (who abhorred butter) being furious to find her chin turned yellow, just like mine did. 

I decided to find out if Hercules liked butter, using scientific methodology.