Lancelot is here with both of his dogs, Lily who is now an older and more sedate lady and Sadie who is cripplingly shy and wants to hide behind Lancelot at all times. He's got one hand on her ruffling her floppy brown ears soothingly while he nurses a beer with the other, and Lily is busily curiously exploring the garden on sniff patrol (and Boxer, of course). She circles back every so often to make sure everyone is still there, but there are lots of interesting smells to be checked! It's quite distracting.

"Lily used to be like this," he's saying, "but she grew out of it after she met enough people and realised they were fine. I think she will too, but it's still early days. She likes Faolan, at least, so I know she has good taste."

He winks playfully and takes a sip of his beer, turning to look slightly at Sadie who wags her tail uncertainly at him. Hello, Lancelot. Is she being good? She hopes she is. It's very busy here, and she's not sure what she's meant to be doing. She's sitting, is that good? She hopes so!