Country Living

In glossy magazines there are glamorous tweedclad ladies lounging in front of the fire, a crystal glass with sherry in a manucured hand, and at their feet sit well-groomed retrievers. Nothing could be further from reality: Rory's mom and my mom, battered by storm and rain, wearing wet parkas, caps down to their eyes, muddy green wellingtons, and by their side, Rory and I, as wet and muddy as dogs can get. And in their hands are bags with something no responsible dog owners leave behind.