auntie Jess

three of the most important women in my life, my mum, amafrodolily and auntie Jess, who I must say shouts a lot less than the Boss, but sleeps a lot more.

Venterdon

my village, how sweetly it doth lie.

christmas morning

sun rising through the trees, waking the church spire with golden beams, rebirth, hope, beauty.

boxing day 2005

well, that was fun. I'm all done in, and looking forward to next Christmas tomorrow. All of us wish all of you peace and goodwill, friendship and love on this most beautiful and fertile of worlds.

sunset on the shortest day

the sun set on KitHill, and on Caradon and all the horses at the Minions. Maybe the nights will get shorter now, so let's celebrate, it's Christmas for Spot.

Happy Christmas everyone

green eyed goddess

harri insisted that another fetching picture of her was blogged before there were anymore of that rapscallion Mattie. Huh.

and finally

the girls cavorting

and where are all my fans, and requests for pawgraphs, and canine comments? Come on America, wake up!! And isn't that lovely David Cameron just snortin'! Bring back David Blunkett's dog. Lurchers unite! Cut the subsidies to French poodles.

Mattie eating

Mattie eating MY christmas tea; still it will be Christmas tomorrow. And I hear I'm getting lots of presents. Please note penguin mug is not mine. Blu tack is tasty but a bit chewy.

more Mattie

giving her hell

mattie comes for christmas

the beautiful Mattie came to visit today and had some of my Christmas cake. Here she is offering to kiss Harri while I look on with hope.
I am sorry I have been rather quiet recently but the weather has been very grey and the boss has been working far too hard so no photos.

getting the bird

more scenes from the valley. strange morning.

not going for a swim

mum loves swimming in the quarry, I'm not so sur and Harri won't even put her precious tootsies in. It is very cold water. But there are some interesting plants around.

Kit Hill early

lovely dawn today, we were up very early for our walk

Christmas

good? I'm close to perfection. Harri bit me on the foot yesterday so I'm resting today. It's raining. No presents again. I may have got this brithday thing wrong.

a few more wild flowers of Cornwall

this was taken on our very first walk in the paddock when all nine of us were around and life was fun.

like poppies

in the Auvergne; after the wild flowers of Cornwall maybe it will be wild flowers of France.

French friends

two French friends, maybe Alphonse will write to us?? N'est-ce pas? the boss says French meadows put our farming to shame, they are full of wild flowers

the pub

Horsebridge on a nice quiet summer's day, and the Royal in all its glory. Then sometimes as you can see we can't even cross the bridge. The water is right up to the top of the parapet. The Tamar is an incredible river. This is serious as there are no pubs in the whole parish of Stoke Climsland because a certain religious sect believe that alcohol is ruinous and evil.

So we all have to take serious risks to get a drink!

Help!

it's a cat's life

well, personally I think cats are best chased, in fact mum was banned from the Royal at Horsebridge (in Devon!!!) because she was a lurcher and the publican liked cats. Actually mum loves cats and often runs after them to tell them so. So it's all in the genes I think.

photo by her mum Olivia T-B

mattie

our beautiful sister. As you can see she is very like young Harri but gets on better with cats. Another pin up for Hendrix.

photo by her mum Olivia T-B

our long lost sister

the boss says he has heard from Mattie who is so beautiful that she has won loads of prizes and all sorts, and that she is very well behaved for a lurcher. Harriet was v jealous so I promised to show everyone how beautiful she is now even though to tell the truth she hasn't won any prizes yet. I enjoyed my birthday today. We were 6 months old yesterday, almost spotty teenagers now. I may be getting too old to have birthdays.

pie

getting the ingredients together

goodnight Hendrix
goodnight Harriet

hendrix

Hendrix, if Spot loses his bollogs you're mine. Picture of pie to follow.

OK you lurcher lot, come and get us.

Let me out, I'll have you. Not sure what the boss means by rabbit.

The boss came back with a hangover last night after a night on the tiles. He says he is in the doghouse but frankly there isn't much more room in here what with me and Harri, Cassie and Max. Anyway he isn't a lurcher except he did last night. What is going on?? He must think it's Christmas.

treasure number two

the boss says this is the real treasure around here but he's just a bag of old bones anyway. And who can eat campion?

Harriet says she heard the boss's boss say Spot will have to have them off. What does this mean? Should I have them off?? Is it still my birthday? What a ball we will have because tomorrow it's Christmas.

treasure diggers

Harriet says there are bones buried underneath the end of rainbows. So far we have not had much luck given that today is both my birthday and Christmas.