|Setting out from West Linton. Mr GP checks his blisters|
|If we make good time we'll be able to drink a toast to the royal couple during the next coffee break (in Lucozade!)|
|I come from haunts of coot and hern, |
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
|Are we nearly there yet?|
|After an impromptu lesson in sheep droving, Mr GP turns his hand to fence maintenance|