On the way, Winston stopped to eat leaves which have started drifting down from the Italian poplars and leaving bits of gold all over the pasture. They must taste delicious. The horses and donkeys scarf them down as soon as they land.
Once they had their drinks, it was time to play.
And where was Flash you ask? He couldn't be bothered. I asked him if he wanted to come out and join us and this was his response.