holidays

Hip hip hooray, it's our holiday, Fiona and John have sent Mum and Dad to Agadir and are coming to stay in my house. That means lots of treats and walks and birthdays and NO discipline for weeks and weeks and weeks. They treat us like puppies.

Unfortunately I will not be able to blog for a bit, but there we are.

ps this is where I went for my first serious attempt at drowning, between Luckett and Latchley. I'll be back on 20/3/06, so don't miss it. LOVE Spot and H

Duchy College litter

which is more than can be said for the young people who go to Duchy college. This is the little lane that runs between the Post office and the college. It is full of litter, dropped as the last crisp goes into the gob, thus establishing a neat distribution curve, along the lane, of time against size of packet. They even bother to stuff the cans in the hedgerows, presumably it is easier to see them at eye level to check they are still there. What is wrong with human young? Agricultural students? Rubbish, I say.

lurchertime

Harriet has taken to drinking at lunchtime. At least she takes the can home.

spot and a mate

enough about flowers, here is a photo of a really attractive item. I heard the boss talking about me having an orchidectomy. Should I be worried? I like orchids and it's close to my next birthday tomorrow.

celandines

the celandines are coming, this one bathing in the warm sunshine by the side of our garage, so Spring is on its way.

long days

this buzzard posed very cooperatively with the tower of StoKe Climsland church in the background. We creep up on them in the terranosaurus and snap them through the glass, hence the blue tinge.