Aunty biscuit had just come through Gainford on her way to a craft fair recently when she drove past a foraging chef.  Not often seen in these parts, these are recognisable as they wear strange white tops and carry a plastic box.  Found in hedgerows and verges, they scrabble about looking for wild bits of vegetation to cook or garnish things with hence are of no real interest to dogs unless they are garnishing things that can go in a doggie bag.  What amused Aunty Biscuit was that about 20 metres down the road was a pheasant running as fast as it could in the opposite direction.  I think it would have been safe from him as there is no way it would have fitted in the box.