It is rising on two and The Huntsman’s day is coming to an end.

The Beagle upon whom flies never settle is at his feet and snoring her life away like there is no tomorrow and keeping her master’s feet warm at the same time.

A last post has been made to the Blog, The Huntsman having found a piece in The Mail which got his gander up. Now its time for bed or, in Gypsy’s case, basket.

Thus all is well with the world, at least within ten feet of this spot……