With the pickling season nearly over, we resumed sensible mooching yesterday evening. Meg got straight into the gorse and put one out in the direction of the pups. They got straight on it but it was in the wall before Tip got anywhere close. Tip picked up the scent of a fox just as we crossed the boundary onto the mountain, but we could see it away over in the next farm. There was plenty of other smells around but nothing else showed its face so we came home for another buckeful of wine

. All the pictures I took of the dogs came out blurred but heres one of the view down towards Fishguard