On holiday up north, weather can’t make it’s mind up so raincoat is on and off like a yo-yo. I think her ladyship was optimistic bringing sun cream.
Was dragged on a 5 mile walk yesterday – apparently not possible to find a flat route, up and down. Luckily I got a hours kip half way while they went to the pub. The sensible thing would have been to sleep but she got all excited about giant Yorkshire pudding with vegetarian sausages and gravy (veggie sausages, what’s the point of that then?). Anyway got to the top of the mountain so I was the king of the castle.


We saw a sheep on its knees eating grass, she suggested I could adopt that pose and she could get rid of my feeding stand. Whatever next?