For photographers, the 'golden hour' spans each morning's sunrise when the sky is softly washed with pinks and reds. For your average boxer dog its that inalienable hour to be up and about the morning walk. Faced with one boxer a degree of flexibility might prevail. With two, its no contest. When the bell rings, its up and out of your corner. On the positive side, we live on the Somerset Levels in the west of England. Flat for miles; open to all weathers; and criss-crossed by a patchwork of rhynes, drains and the odd river. A perfect pitch on which to play for boxer dogs, as well as a front row seat from which I can enjoy the morning light. Sadly, for all their love of a good game, boxers are pretty light on conversation and rarely come up with a joke funny enough to lighten the walking hours. Recognising this, to amuse myself I took to toting a camera.

And then it all got out of hand.........