A lovely morning walking around Shoreham Woods – particularly helped by all the bluebells and dry paths:

Often there are horses (or are they ponies?) in a field we have to cross. They always seem to congregate by the exit stile. Still, they seemed totally unfussed as we squeezed through:

Another field we have to cross often has cows in it. They’re rarely a problem, but Rocco decided to have a roll in a cow pat:

He didn’t appreciate an extensive hose down once we got back. Let’s hope he’s learnt his lesson, but I doubt it…