

William (the middle son) has now taken up cross country running so we have to get him to school for 8.15am. As a consequence I take Lucy and Gertie for a yomp (remember the Falklands?) in Bourne Woods.
Needless to say this is somewhat akin to dog heaven. Maria's not so keen though as they both come home caked in mud and if they're really lucky they'll have found some fox poo, which to you and I smells like something died a long time ago in a hot place but to them smells like Chanel No 5.