A man with a rugged, Ted Hughes look and a posh English accent is walking with a younger, thin, ash blonde Russian woman.
They are not a couple, it seems, but they are both wearing waxed cotton jackets.
Three beautiful red setters bounce around them, dragging huge branches in their jaws and leaping over tree stumps, scattering autumn leaves.
Ted Hughes Man:
Yes, but there is a problem when there are people picnicking on the Heath.
Yes, they do go after people’s sausages.