Yesterday , the family fellow joined me for a leisurely amble through the neighbouring famers apple orchards down to the stream. Walks with an old blind dog are gentle affairs. He'd stroll ten or so yards through the long grass then settle down, sniffing the air , happily listening to the sounds around him. After three or four minutes he'd set off again for another nose down, ten yard, saunter. For me a well invested mano a mano hour . For him a great , independent, canine adventure. " The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone ".