We pinch ourselves daily to have the great fortune to live here and to be part of this land and its cycles and nuances. We engage with them daily, once in the morning before breakfast and once after finishing work. It is a ritual of sorts, but the dogs are the catalyst and let us know when it is time and that there isn’t an option but ‘Let’s go!’.

Our meanders vary from season to season, but right now we move towards the sun in the morning, heading from the house and through a garden now stirred by May. Despite the burgeoning growth, this tended place is of far less interest to our companions who want to be in the meadows where it’s all happening.