When I was a teenager my mother, older brother and springer spaniel walked the 3 Yorkshire peaks and back to the car doing around 30 miles in one day. He was a hell of a dog. We aquired him at 2 yrs old because his previous owner couldnt control him. I remember his first day in our house and he jumped onto the kitchen table and ate a loaf of bread. He used to chase the quad bike round at lambing time and occasionally appear carrying a live lamb in his mouth