Newfoundlands on Fairlop Waters

About 15 Newfoundlands and one other big dog, whose face looked as if it was slipping off its skull and who had a leaf suspended from two thick strings of viscous drool which had joined together 6 inches under its chin, were training to rescue drowning people in Fairlop Waters this afternoon. You could hear the barking from miles away, and smell them at 40 paces. And they were beautiful, black ones and chocolate ones, big ones and enormous ones, watching events from their thick rope pickets with their fuzzy kinky fur drying in the extraordinarily warm late October sun.

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