Nigel took the other two for a walk without me this afternoon. I thought that was a bit mean.  Anyway, Kate got ready to take me into the tennis court and I shot out of the door, round the side of the cottage and my luck was in: Nigel hadn’t shut the side gate or the gate to the main gardens... I was out and away.  Actually, I got a bit distracted by the group of Berkeleys and their dogs who were gathered by the peacocks. A great game of catch ensued, with me playing with Charles Berkeley’s dog Jarvis, the cocker and Mr Berkeley’s black lab Milly.  We really enjoyed ourselves, but eventually I was caught.  Someone in the party thought I was an Australian Cattle Dog.  Maybe I will change my birth certificate as it sounds better than Lab cross.