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A new perspective

My humans were in St Just this week and I went along for the ride. It was a cold crisp morning with blue skies and sunshine, and I was anticipating a brisk walk down to the Cot Valley for a good run around with some interesting smells, followed by a treat in a café.

It turned out to be one of those weird and wonderful days with surprises around every corner that left me feeling rather small. Let me explain.

St Just is a small friendly town with lots of creative folk doing interesting things. People always seem to have time for a chat, even with strangers, and I get lots of pats on the heads, which are always welcomed.

I was in good spirits after one such encounter by the War Memorial and happily trotting down Bosorne Road towards the sea when to my -and my human’s - astonishment – we saw an ostrich in a field. We stopped in our tracks and, as it lumbered around with its beady eyes on us, I quickly decided this was one feathered creature I wouldn’t be getting my jaws round.

On we went and, on the way back from Porth Nanven, we passed a house with a collection of metal animals, all shapes and sizes, made from bits and pieces from someone’s garage. I didn’t know what to make of them and was very suspicious as they didn’t smell right. One look at a giant metal mouse and I was off, heading back to St Just as fast as my legs could take me.

I thought things would get back to normal in the town but, rounding a corner by the school, we were met by a couple in a cart pulled by the biggest horse I have ever seen. It was certainly a handsome beast, but by this time I was thoroughly fed up with giant creatures and was truly glad to slink under the table of a café for a bit of a fuss and a soothing chunk of blueberry muffin.

Curled up by the fire that evening, I had the most peculiar dream. It was not my usual one of me chasing pheasants, squirrels and rabbits, but of me being chased by giant ostriches, mice and horses! Perspective, it seems, is everything.

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