This has made negotiating steep hillsides in Devon rather less stressful... I held her at biting point several times, just for the sheer hell of it.
Best of all, on her first day back , we managed to secure a much sought after front row spot in the car park at Gwithian and so, following our final foray into the waves, we threw together a slap up, post-surf breakfast and sat scoffing it in the sunshine before it was time to wend our way home northwards and eastwards...
But we were after all, homeward bound. And so after a brief stop to break the journey once again on Dartmoor... we waved farewell to the West Country for this year.
Dartmoor Babies
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