Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 4 August 2013
The dog that died
Poor old Dexter. They think he had a fit, then fell into the stream that runs through the Somerset Levels. He wasn't discovered for a couple of days.
When I filmed this, the wind was so strong that 4 legs were better than my 2, and his genuinely old mate survives him.
These dogs were designed to drive cattle on roads from the North of the country, right down to the South, then find their own way home again, stopping at inns on the way to be fed by the pre-paid landlords - for about 300 miles or more.
Those dogs are living history, so I lied - again - when I said that last post was the last one about historical items, and the word 'hoarder' rings hollow in my ears.