In Englands green and pleasant lands

I am trying to walk Moss on his own each day - very difficult as Forrest hates been left. Poor Moss needs much more exercise than the oldie and tends to get forgotten about as Forrest can be very demanding.

So each day Moss and I are going out with the whistle and biscuits and doing some training. He did really well today - I don't think I got dragged after a bird once! It will be different when I have them both in the morning.

This is a small paddock that we walk past and it just reminded me of the hymn Jerusalem - no idea why.