On Skye, the wind and rain will happily continue unceasingly for days, even weeks. Waiting for the weather to improve before going out is not an option. And so this morning I did not wait long watching the weather deteriorating from the comfort of the house before deciding to drag the dog up the hill for some (extremely) fresh air. He looked a bit confused at first, but as soon as the lead was on, he was pacing ahead, as though the gale-force wind and driving rain was not causing both of to lean into it at unnatural angles just to make it up the hill.
Once he was set loose on the moor, he leapt forward with his usual enthusiasm, bounding and sniffing, deep,deep into the heather. As I watched him snuffling down, looking up quickly, then looking longingly at the bird so far from his reach and jumping onto the next spot, I could hardly believe this hill was the one he is taken up almost every day. And yet to look at him, you would think it was a whole new world.
I can only hope that one day I will be able to treat each new day with a fraction of the attitude that he has to each new day – boundless in its possibilities, excitement and joy.