We’ve now had two days of glorious, stunning spring weather (and it’s only early February – I reckon we’ll pay for this later) so for the second day in a row we’ve walked for several hours in “virgin territory” on the moor in places we’ve not been to before.

Today we’ve been to Bearah Tor – a place as wild and remote as it’s possible to find in Cornwall. It’s also probably as far from the sea as it’s possible to get too.

Both Rosie and Archie have had fabulous times but these days in ever-different ways. Archie is very definitely on the path down into old age. He’s finding it harder to charge around and he’s as often as not to be found plodding along beside me like a little black steam train, huffing and puffing as he goes. That doesn’t mean he’s not still finding himself every puddle, pond and muddy patch he can and making sure he maximises use of these delights.

Rosie on the other hand “walks” or rather charges about five or six times the distance of the rest of us and with the gusto of the young. In this pic, taken on the moor at Sharp Tor, she’s coming back, having already scampered up the hill, had a good old charge around on top of the Tor and is now seeking reassurance that we’re all following on behind. Archie has just made it to the summit a few paces ahead of his Mum (me).

I like the shot even though it’s not properly sharp, especially because of Rosie’s cheeky tongue out look. She’s such a little cutie. Add that to the sweet curve of Archie’s cocked ears and THAT VIEW (albeit rather hazy) and it all adds up to a pleasing image of the dogs enjoying themselves in the sunshine on the moor. What more could a girl like me ask for?

Lensbaby grapes were last year's thing.