Mabel. Well we took the plunge...

Walked her off the lead. She behaved beautifully, never going too far without turning back to check we were still there. Shout her name and she zips back lugs flapping like mad to my feet. There were a few exciting moments where a couple of pheasants nearly met their end and she encountered her first horse but by and large she requires very little training, except she refuses to sit to command. Life it seems is too short for sitting. Murphy on the other hand does what he likes, when he likes. And! we both saw our first red squirrel in this area which came as a surprise to us both.