The tractors have left deep canyon like paths through the fields. Bob and Sophie head off and race through the arcades of flattened stalks, invisible bar the tips of their waving tails glowing in the six am sunshine. When they reach the brow of the hill they turn and hurtle home. Bob is much faster on the return leg than his sister who scores points for pluck and determination rather than speed.
For me just another walk squeezed in between breakfast and talking to men in dark suits about the UK elections. For Bob and Sophie it is of course a fresh day filled with high speed adventure. This is known as an Arcadian lifestyle. A secret to happiness dogs impart to their owners.
We pause for Sophie to glare at the pigeons in the church belfry.
The pregnant cows have been moved into a side field where they can sleep without being disturbed. We pass by quickly. Looking at their bellies I'm guessing tomorrow there maybe six new faces watching us. The egrets, freshly arrived from Egypt, stand on the cows backs and feast stoically away on fleas and ticks.
When we make it home The Old Farmer is standing outside his front door. He beckons us over. Ever the gentleman he greets Sophie and then Bob. He didn't sleep a wink last night. The pain returning. He's going into hospital for tests and scans next week. It seems the operation on the femur may have 'complications'. He tells me the hospital he's going to is the one his wife and daughter died in after the road accident. For the first time our doughty old neighbour is looking tired.
Here's a happy Australian dog : http://www.bbc.com/news/world-australia-40199557