I was really tired and fell straight away asleep. What a beautiful scene in the morning. Hundreds of caravans parked around the field , people having the traditional English breakfast. The handlers would take their dogs for the morning walk along a small river wher ducks and cows where already grazing. To the English eye all these might be an everyday experience but not to me.Living in Athens you have no place to walk peacefully with your dogs.England is a very dog friendly country.

When the Flyball started , the peace died. Everybody got excited, striving for the victory.It was serious business. With order and patience each team would line up for running. The dogs excelled. Most of them were very willing to run. Very few though seemed to prefer doing something else. Too stressed I believe.The weather was really warm. Many thanked me for bringing good weather form Greece but believe it or not my face and neck suffered minor burnings that day. The races continued well to late afternoon. By the end of the day I was exhasted. So much going on, so fast. so noisy, so much to learn. I very kindly turned down the offer for drink at the party that was organized. My legs could not support me and my head could not function clearly anymore. I went to bed and dreamt of running around a course with my dogs.