Being out in the countryside with my dogs gives me time to think. I’ve learnt the pleasure of solitude without being lonely, and that’s a good feeling for me.
WILD MUSHROOMS picked, first thing, from the field beside the house, gently fried in butter while the dogs are being fed, and eaten for breakfast with grilled bacon and grilled tomatoes, has got to be one of life's more wanton pleasures.
MACBETH IS the most fair weather dog I know. It's not so blisteringly hot as it was in July and the temperature is about right for him and his woolly jumper'. He's lying out on the grass soaking up the sunshine. Inka's lying not far off; his coat is shiny and he's looking the picture of health.