August 11th Rowan, Milo and I went a walk on the North York Moors above Farndale on the course of the old iron ore railway. A four by four monster approaches us, "Put you dog on't lead" grunts the charming farmer. "I never let him off near sheep" I reply. "Not sheep I'm worried about" he replies. It dawns on me that it is the grouse for tomorrow's slaughter that he is concerned about. I apologise and put Milo on the lead. Bit bizarre though isn't it? He is worried that the dog will upset the birds because tomorrow they are going to be shot.
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