The Galloping Field was named by Flynn, well, because this is where he used to gallop!
The field is actually a piece of open land adjoined to two rugby pitches (in the background.) Beyond them is a small wood which leads to a golf course. In the very far distance you can see the moors.
Mum & I have an ambition that one day I will be able to run off lead here too.
Unfortunately, there are several exits that lead to fairly busy roads, so Mum says she's going to have to be a little bit more confident in me, before she'll trust me not to "do a runner" as she puts it!
My dear departed Uncle named these huts "Wabbit City". He used to enter the field with Mum at the top of a very steep slope and then would gallop half way around the field (never across the middle) at full pelt with the rabbits watching (and laughing at) him!
Wabbit 1: "Oh look here comes Flynn....AGAIN. Bet you a fiver I have the nerve to let him within 20ft before disappearing into my house"
Wabbit 2: "You're on! If you can make him skid into the hut I'll make it a tenner!"
Wabbit 1's house.
Mum has no idea why there are always so many seagulls on the field; we are a good 70 miles from the coast!
I trust you will untie me from this rugby post before the game starts Mum.......Mum....MUM?!!
Mum don't move! There's a really BIG wabbit over there.....!
Any chance we can get on with the walk; I think I've posed enough.....!