Moving on

Boots has rather enjoyed himself at the mooring of the last couple of days we are near to the good old trap grounds to play in. We were there as the sun rose

We are also near a field that Boots is rather keen on.  He has taken to staring intensely at balls.

Last night we decided to move a bit further south. Boots discovered that moving his head at the right moment made his nose disappear:

and the chimes of St Barnabas started as we passed

Boot is so enamoured with our new mooring that he yawned all the way around his evening walk.