7am up and on my way to a place i have not been for some time usually about 2 hours drive.
About an hour into my journey i cut across the sennybridge army training range.
As i drop down over the other side of the range standing in front of me is a wet foxhound looking very sorry for himself . Looked like he been out all night thought i better get him back to the hunt kennels.
Could not put him in the back of the land rover with the lurchers so the front passenger seat it was. Turns around and about 10 miles later ( but what seemed like 100 miles with a wet steamy hound by my side ) i stop