OK, so come on Gail, I'm ready.
Look this is the way to the front gate.
Why must you put on my lead before we exit the cottage garden?
Well at least I can bark at them. No?
Gail stop staring at the clouds. I'm sure it's not going to rain. We're not turning back anyway.
Uh oh. I am not going to cross this cattle grid on my own. I don't care if Hamish would have managed it. I want to be carried.
Great, so no sheep this side. You can take my lead off now.
BTW, why isn't it called a sheep grid?
Don't flap, I promise I'll stay close. We'll hear in plenty of time if a car's coming.
Stop! I could swear I spotted a frog right here.
Wow, that house has changed shape quite radically since we last walked past. What a huge window.
Oh yawn, Gail, I'm sure nobody cares that it now belongs to a former Labour cabinet minister.
Ah, I remember now, the path back through the trees is this way.
IF I'VE TOLD YOU ONCE I'VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES. DON'T TAKE PICTURES WHILE I'M HAVING A PEE.
One day I'll figure out how to get through this kissing gate by myself.
Hmm. A kissing gate. If only Addi were here...
Race you home Gail!