So off we all went for a week in a cottage in deepest Dartmoor. The cottage turned out to be a farm with 45 acres to wander, so the dogs were in heaven. With the scents of badgers, foxes, deer, and rabbits to follow, the end of each day would find them curled up in front of the woodburner snoring gently, dreaming of the adventures tomorrow might bring.
This enchanting place was indeed a piece of England's green and pleasant land, and it didn't rain once.
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