Crosby gives us an early morning alarm call, the sun is up and he wants to be out to sniff the spring air. There is no way that Lyn is venturing from the comfort of her bed, so map in hand and boots on off we go at 6.45.
Category: Hampshire
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Donkeys at Dusk
After the trauma of wrestling the awning the previous day, Wednesday is a day for catching up. An appointment takes us back to Salisbury and this provides the opportunity to jettison more excess baggage. We pop back to Pitton, Dexter and Crosby are taken for a familiar walk and to Crosby’s delight the brace of partridges that he was stalking a couple of weeks ago are awaiting his arrival. Dexter quickly learnt that once a partridge, or pheasant, is airborne there is no point in expending further energy. The younger Crosby still thinks that if he chases for fifty yards his efforts will be rewarded.