The morning sun wiped a J cloth over the white frosted fields, revealing the spreading emerald hue of the lush grass – except at the eastern edge where the slanted shadows of the high hedgerow retained a white lace fringe to the green carpet. A collie dog and an Irish setter romp and gambol playfully – mauling, leap-frogging and spinning like dervishes in the wet grass; all the while yelping excitedly and joyfully; sometimes growling in feigned ferociousness. The collie tires, stops and pretends to show great interest in a tussock, whilst the setter stretches flat out and barks challengingly at him – then, away with them again, romping with elan, for more irrepressible gymnastics. Suddenly, a long sharp whistle and shouted command from their unseen master in the next field puts a precipitate end to their frolicsome foray – the game is over! They quickly turn and lope away slowly, steadily and silently towards the far hedge and slide through a gap, not to be seen or heard again - because their master had called.