TALLY HO

He's shouting at his hounds, not me. We nipped out for half an hour to slip about in the wet leaves, mud and manure and see the horses.

There were a couple of police vehicles about which may have helped to stop a repeat of WW3 which broke out along our narrow lane last year. It was lined with parked cars belonging to viewers of the hunt, and when the hunt had galloped off to chase dreams of old across the hill, mayhem descended. The cars all pulled away to turn round further up the lane, only to come back to be blocked by the rest of the cars which had pulled away to turn round further up the lane. It was funny to start with but then got quite unpleasant, and the stand off lasted for some time.

I think Freddie has eaten a tiny bit more than yesterday. That's what I am hoping. Vet tomorrow.