Trying to photograph a moving greyhound is virtually impossible. Yesterday was our monthly greyhound walk at Cosmeston, so we went over there. The appalling weather (hail, sleet, rain, gales) meant that only about four or five hardy souls turned up. We set off in a dry interval and agreed to do a much truncated circuit as the park was virtually deserted and we knew the rain would not hold off for long. Down it came again as we were about half way round so we all scuttled back. Just as we got back to the car, it stopped again, so we decided to take the dogs over to the "release" field for a run. This is a source of sheer joy, for them and for us. It's impossible not to smile when you see them hurtling round at high speed. They run almost directly at you, making the smallest bend right at the last moment so it is vital you stay still and not move. This is a test of nerve. They get so close my face was splashed with the mud they were throwing up as they ran, and you can feel the moving air as they pass. I attach a couple of snaps taken on our last expedition - they are not brilliant photos, but they do try to at least convey the feeling of speed. Not surprisingly once home, not a peep, just quiet slumbering on the sofa.

The photos also illustrate the new hound collars for Christmas. They have been much admired. I am particularly pleased with Andy's as it is festive but not gaudy, being black it is quite Goth with the holographic snowflakes catching the light in most intriguing ways. Booty's is also beautiful and the deep red and gold is fantastically smart without being too "bling-y".