♫ We spray the fields with chemicals . . .

To make the barley grow  . . .  ♫   
 
(or whatever crop that has been planted there but ‘barley’ meters with the well known hymn  brought up to date as “We plough the fields with tractors . . .”. – come on, sing along!)

 
But we don’t walk doggies where they are spraying . . . 
 
So we went on down the ginnel rather than around the field to the village hall car park.
 
 
Very pleasant day.  Biskit had forgiven me for Tuesday and we had two good walks, the second with Mrs W along with us on her mobility scooter.  Biskit thought this was brilliant – he does like to be with the pack.
 
 
It’s Thursday so I won’t tell you what we are having for tea, you’ll have to guess.