Friends – Dexter

Separate walks

I am getting old, there is no denying this. I am aware that I continually talk about this on here but, maybe, I’m trying to let people know what it’s like for a dog to get older, and to feel older. Anyway, my back legs are getting weaker and my walks are getting shorter. Lenny and I haven’t been out for a walk together for a few weeks as he needs more distance under his paws than I do. Also he eats less field food than I do but let’s not dwell on that shall we? 🤭

I’m strolling around the local fields now, whilst Lenny is going further than me along the lanes and byways near to our house. I still get plenty of scenting opportunities plus I get to be sneaky when it comes to walking “past” rabbit pellets which are very tasty. Not that my human thinks so, as she regularly tells me off for eating more than I should. It always seems to be when she’s distracted too, strange that! Lenny is walking the lanes and fields a bit further out than me. He continually comes back with tales of fun and “new” explorations which I play along with. I’ve been there before but it’s nice to hear him having fun. One thing that does concern me is that he seems to be learning how to be good on a walk. I’m really not sure he’s a beagle.

The weather is not helpful to an older dog at the moment. All this sun and high heat makes me tired and upsets my daily rhythm of trying to be a pest. Sorry, I meant to say trying to laze about doing not much whilst being an obedient hound. The heat and humidity is playing havoc with our daily routines, although it does mean we get to walk early in the morning when the scent is still at its best. Thereafter we get to laze about like a couple of oafs (our humans words not ours).

In any case, there is talk of the v-e-t for them to check up on my leg and/or back situation which is most unfortunate. The redeeming part is that it’s also time for Lenny to have his annual boosters so I get to laugh at him when he gets a jab in the rump.

I’m off to pester my human for my dinner. The sun is over the yardarm somewhere in the world which signifies that a beagle needs his food. 😀 I will let you know what the v-e-t says about my legs.

I’ve done it again

Another long period has passed where I have been really too quiet and yet things have happened that make my life as good as it can be. I should firstly say that my itchiness seems to have been suppressed with the help of some pills that I take in my breakfast. We aren’t celebrating but we are happy that I seem to be far more comfortable.

Let’s round up the exploring that Lenny and I have done. We were up on the Long Mynd in late February this year. We had walked up from Carding Mill Valley and whilst we normally turn around halfway along the Burway, this time we kept marching along. Lenny and I certainly were not going to complain. We made it to Pole Bank, the highest point on the Long Mynd, and the views didn’t disappoint us.

The trip to the Long Mynd was accompanied by travel to Stokesay, Wart Hill, Dinchope and Church Stretton amongst others. We get a walk every day so we have explored most of the places within a few miles of our home but its always nice to get a stroll a little further afield so that our scent banks can be replenished.

It transpires that all of these trips were a precursor for something that occurred in mid May. Lenny and I had noticed some activity involving our food, some beds, blankets and throws. We went out for our normal walk on a Saturday so remained intrigued until we were taken into the garden whilst the car (our chariot) was loaded. Leaving the house we realised after a couple of hours that this was something a little different. Roads became motorways and motorways became roads, then lanes. We arrived at our destination, the car was opened and we breathed in the heady scent of Eskdale in the Lakes. We had been hoodwinked once more. After settling in it was decided that we should explore the local pub to “make sure the beer was ok”. We had heard this phrase before so Lenny and I dutifully wandered along with the assistants. We awoke the following morning and strolled around the village to get our bearings. After breakfast something strange happened. I wasn’t springy or bouncy. I wandered over to my bed and snoozed. We took a trip out and walked to places but I wasn’t pulling like a freight train. When we returned later I repeated my act of going to lay on my bed quietly. The next day was the same in that we had a quiet walk in the morning prior to breakfast being served. I wasn’t full of beans trying to get out and about to meet and greet everyone. It was a nice day so the assistants decided we weren’t going to sit around wasting the sunshine. As we were loaded into the car we set off for a place called Ravenglass which is a small coastal town just along the road from Muncaster Castle. We arrived in the car park and a familiar sound was heard. It was Sasha and her mum! They had come along to join us for a couple of days. We like walking with Sasha. Once we had greeted each other in typical beagle fashion we set off for Ravenglass and the Roman Baths that Raffa and I had been to previously. After visiting the baths, it was decided that we would go for coffee and cake in the town.

We went out the following day to St Bees and it rained pretty much the entire time we were there. Once we had said cheerio to Sasha and her mum in the evening it was back to normality for us and no more pals to have fun with on our holiday. My assistants were still a bit concerned at my lack of bounce for the following day and with the rubbish weather they decided that they would return home slightly early from holidays. I’m sixteen and I don’t seem to have the same bounce as I did when I last went away for holiday when I was thirteen. I heard them talking as we returned home, discussing me and how they would be shortening breaks away for me due to my age creeping up on me. I don’t mind though as I have been to so many places so it’s not as if I have missed out on much. I still get to go on day trips and wander around my local area.

Then we come to Friday last week. Lenny and I knew something was afoot when the house was being cleaned and tidied more than usual. We had our normal walk but I could see that Lenny’s spider senses were going off. Suddenly there was knocking at the door and we were taken into the garden whilst our visitors arrived. It was Sasha, her mum and two “aunties” from America who had come to visit. We greeted them all in the normal fashion. Lenny accompanied Sasha around the garden before letting her sleep on his part of the sofa. We got so many tickles and so much love that even I fell exhausted onto one of my 14 beds (don’t judge, an old fur needs his comforts). We think they had a good time and then they went off to see our friend Griff who lives up the road. We heard that they had a good time there too.

So there is the round up for you. A busy time has been had by Lenny and I. We continue to try and live our best lives, all the while making sure our assistants are kept on their toes. Hopefully I will be able to report back more often in the future, although this depends on one of the assistants remembering to help me write this.

The review of 2025

My yearly review of what happened to both Lenny and I, usually doing stuff together. Sometimes we undertook shenanigans and adventures separately as, apparently, we behave better when we are apart. Who knew, beagles getting together causes fun and games. Anyway, here goes.

JANUARY

The year started (and almost ended) with yours truly in the Cone of Shame. My ears were playing me up something rotten and it would take a long time to get to the bottom of the problem. We did manage to snooze an awful lot as well as have a lovely walk along toward Lady Halton from Bromfield.

FEBRUARY

We reacquainted ourselves with Ludlow in early February, followed by a trip to the Elan Valley and then topped it off with a stroll along Carding Mill Valley. In between times we snoozed and (allegedly) got under the feet of our staff. We were very lucky that the weather was kind to us in February and we enjoyed some days out and about, despite it being a bit chilly.

MARCH

As the days became longer we decided to do some adventures separately so Lenny went for wander around Wart Hill followed by a joint return visit to Carding Mill Valley. This time however we trekked along to a place called Light Spout Waterfall which was more of a trickle thanks to the lack of appreciable rain. The path was still slippery enough for some uneven footing on the part of the assistants.

APRIL

As the year stretched before us, we decided that our helpers should take us further afield so we followed our noses on a little excursion to Croft Castle which was fun. We snoozed as you would expect in between the bouts of shenanigans and exploration. Lenny decided to take his allocated human on a trip around Stokesay Wood, Sallow Coppice and back to the house. Both were somewhat tired once they reached home.

MAY

It was my birthday so I took Lenny along to Wirral Country Park to meet with Sasha and her mum. We had a great time of course. We followed that journey up with a trip to a warm and rather verdant Attingham Park near Shrewsbury. Again it was great to get out and scent somewhere. Sadly May was also a thoughtful month Curfew took her final stroll to meet all those who have passed before, over the Rainbow Bridge. There was so much sadness among the BeagleBugClub members, which was tinged with love for having known Curfew.

JUNE

Summer was here and the thermometer was rising. We slowed down, wandered about the garden, walked earlier in the morning and generally tried to be careful in the heat and humidity. Lenny did manage to get some hay bale leaping done though, in honour of Charley, Boot and Griff.

JULY

As June melted into July the temperature remained high, the walks continued to be early and snoozing was practised quite regularly. The assistants were kept busy making sure the vegetables and fruit in our garden were growing well enough to be enjoyed once they were ready. We did manage trips to Carding Mill Valley and Mortimer Forest near Ludlow. Not that Lenny looked like he enjoyed himself much.

AUGUST

The summer seemed endless. The temperature rarely dropped and the snoozing rarely stopped. Our days out were dictated by early morning shenanigans and wooded walks to avoid the heat of the midday sun. I did get a snazzy new cooling mat to keep my body temperature at a reasonable level. We also made it back to Attingham for an early morning stroll. Both Lenny and I had numerous visits to the v-e-t in August so we couldn’t really go out too often.

SEPTEMBER

The temperature cooled and the days started to shorten. Fruit and vegetables from the garden were being harvested and we started to have later walks during the day. Lenny strolled up the hill to Dinchope, I was trussed up in the Cone of Shame and we wandered around the town all the while thinking we live somewhere with nice scenery right on our doorstep.

OCTOBER

Chillier evenings were coming back into fashion, albeit with warm days allowing for us to continue our wanderings both near and far. The trees of Mortimer Forest held many scents, we managed a 10k circuit around one of the local hills and even a return trip to Carding Mill Valley. In between all of these adventures, I was at the vet more times than I care to remember.

NOVEMBER

As the clocks went back, the evenings started earlier and our log burner was lit more frequently. Lenny and I decided to surprise Sasha and her mum, who had arranged a meet-up with our friends Smudgey & Ted at Royden Park on The Wirral. The heavens opened for a few days and the field to the front of the house became the biggest duck pond. Attingham Park called to our senses once more and the mornings became misty and ethereal.

DECEMBER

The year was rounded off in some style. I was allowed out of the Cone of Shame as my ears were beginning to feel better after numerous visits to my second home, aka the vet. I must say that the vets are very nice, even though I appear to complain about them. We went for a walk up to the gliding station on top of the Long Mynd, on the recommendation of our friend Griff that we would be able to see all the way into Wales. Sadly it was so foggy that we hardly saw the paw in front of our noses. Christmas Day saw us on to of the Long Mynd via Carding Mill Valley. for the second year running it was a lovely day although somewhat breezy. We finished December with a trip to Erddig National Trust near Wrexham with five of our friends for company. It was a lovely walk, just right to round off the year.

What does 2026 hold? Don’t ask me. Lenny and I have had an excellent year, met up with so many friends, travelled quite widely and explored more locally. Hopefully we will get out and about more often in 2026 albeit with the caveat that it’s not too strenuous for an older beagle like myself. I have to be careful not to overdo stuff now that I will be 16 in May. We have again lost far too many pals over the year so we remain mindful of our mortality. Our grief over their loss is tempered by contentment that they have been friends and we are honoured to know them.

Whatever 2026 holds for you, please make sure you try to get out and about to enjoy yourselves. Be more beagle.

Another scorcher

As the summer ploughs on, the days become warmer more frequently and I become more languid and, maybe, lazier. I think I’m allowed to be lazy now that I am allegedly fifteen. In any case, our walks with the parentals have been made earlier and earlier, before the sun is too high and the warmth makes it uncomfortable for myself and my little pal, Lenny.

As it was this morning we were walked briefly across the field outside the front of our house. We were quickly turned around and headed back toward the house. Lenny and I knew what this meant and right on cue, the car was opened so we could be coerced into our travel crates. Along the lane, turn right, turn left, follow the road, through Ludlow, across the bridge, sharp right and then on to our destination of Mortimer Forest. We haven’t been here before so our attempts at trying to leap from the boot of the car into 2,500 acres were not greeted with too much appreciation from the parentals. Something was mumbled about two idiot beagles running around and not listening to commands.

We set off at a pace along the first path, through the cool trees and trying to keep under the cover of the tree canopy. The sun was rising swiftly and we wanted to try and see as much as we could in the time available. Once we had walked briskly around a circuitous route, we found ourselves coming toward a fellow beagle called Chester who was thirteen, off lead and well behaved. What was this sorcery? I fear this is the end game for Lenny and his “training”.

Sooner than we would have liked we found ourselves returned to the car, placed unceremoniously into our travel crates and headed home. Breakfast was of course served in the utility, after which Lenny and I took our leave to stroll over to a sofa each for rest and snoozing.

It’s too hot for an older chap like me, so I suppose I should be grateful I have a walk early morning so I can sniff at my leisure and not have to worry about overheating. We also tend to stay off roads and tarmac paths as these can heat up far too quickly for our pads which burn and become very sore. Whilst the hot weather continues, we will walk early and chill out for the rest of the day.

Times of reflection

This is a sad day. In fact make that a sad week or even month. As many of my readers will know, I have a wonderful group of friends around the world who I laugh, cry and be silly with. Recently however there have been more occasions upon which I have reflected on sad news arriving in my Twitter (for that is what it was when I joined) feed.

Over the last few weeks I have found out that so many of my friends have been making their final and longest journeys over the Rainbow Bridge. Since March we have lost Sweeney, Sunny, Remy, Dawson and Mischa and my good friend Harvey. Now, today I have seen the news that one of my oldest friends has made her final journey to the everlasting meadow. All are mourned, all are remembered and all are thought of in lighter and happier times. All are missed, particularly by their human guardians and assistants.

Today I saw that Curfew made her journey. She lived in Thailand with her dad. Curfew was one of the very first pals who greeted me with love, warmth and friendliness when I arrived in my new home in December 2013 and started my online presence soon thereafter. She was always getting up to silly things, eating naughty things and being loved by her dad and her friends around the world. Curfew showed us all some sides of her local culture that maybe people didn’t know about. She was always exploring and making new friends. Her dad would give her baths, which Curfew complained about, however it was very warm weather and I think she knew he always had her best interests at heart. A kind, warm friendly and loving pal, Curfew had some medical issues to deal with but these were encountered with stoicism and bravery. She was just over 15 years old when her body and mind told her that it was time for the final trip over the Rainbow Bridge to the everlasting meadow, where the sun always shines warmly upon our fur. Those who have made the journey before her will show the way and they will be ready to make her comfortable in the place where the squirrels run slowly.

I know that our times will come, all of us must make our journey and we will leave behind our humans who will be broken hearted but we always take a piece of our humans heart with us for safe keeping. Run free Curfew, Sunny, Remy, Dawson, Mischa Harvey… All of you have fulfilled your task down here and now you can rest, easy in the knowledge that you made humans feel love, fun, laughter and contentment.

Farewell but never goodbye.

I was fifteen on Sunday

I appear to have had something called a birthday last Sunday. I am told that I was fifteen years old which, in human years, makes me quite ancient, a little dusty and somewhat crumbly. Of course, being a stray, orphan or rejected fur, no one really knows when my actual birthday was so I am happy to get some sort of celebration.

As a result of my birthday I was loaded into my car prison cell and transported to an unknown destination. I was promised fun, plenty of shenanigans and plenty of belly rubs, head scritches and ear ruffles. Lenny came along for the ride and we looked quizzically at each other when loaded into the car. Down the lane, turn right, turn right again, follow the road for miles and miles and miles, turn left, turn right, drive along a motorway and then turn left along a narrow road. We could smell something familiar but couldn’t quite put our paw on what it may have been. As soon as we had parked up and the boot was opened we saw the most welcoming face of Sasha beagle who greeted us in typical fashion. This seemed to make a few people in the vicinity smile and laugh. Out of the car and onto our paws. Welcome to the Wirral Way the sign said. We had arrived at a place called Thurstaston and it looked really nice.

Once the humans had got their greetings completed, we led the way along the gravel path. I was immediately accused of pulling like a steam train and told to slow down due to me being of advanced years. I took no notice as we strolled along the path all the while avoiding the joggers, cyclists and other walkers coming toward us. After a while we turned right and headed along a small lane toward the river Dee. As we wandered out onto the beach I could see Wales on the opposite shore and I felt happy to see the land of my birth. Along the sandy beach we strolled (read pulled like a steam train). Lenny and Sasha walked nicely and they were very politely walking alongside each other, when Sasha wasn’t running ahead and having a lovely time.

Along the beach we went, sniffing and trying to eat any dead washed up sea creatures, all the while being watched by the parentals who were trying to ruin our fun. Up the steps and back toward the cafe. We knew what was coming next as the question was asked “Ice cream anyone?”. Us furs didn’t get any delicious looking ice cream. We had to sit and be good whilst the humans ate their delicious looking ice creams. After a while we were moved along again and found ourselves being loaded back into our travel crates for the return journey. We said our sad goodbyes and we really hope to see Sasha again soon.

We arrived home and were, for some reason, really rather tired. We managed to sleep until at least our evening dinner, which was a miracle for me, apparently. What a great day, in a lovely place, with brilliant weather and an ace way to celebrate my birthday. I am a very, very lucky lad.

There is life beyond Ludlow

As we yawned and stretched this morning we had no idea of the impending shenanigans we were about to perform. It started like most other Friday mornings and we strolled around the house trying to wake ourselves up to face the day to come. Somewhat strangely we were allowed out into the garden without being shackled to a parental. Lenny and I took the opportunity to scent the grass, eat the gifts left to us by visiting rabbits and get huge eye rolling from our watching staff. We then had a small breakfast and found ourselves each being strapped to a parent. We never made it past the car despite our efforts at trying to reach the field in front of our house. Duly loaded into our travel crates, we were taken down the lane, right, left, along the road for a good distance and then right, left, bear right, turn right and parked.

We had arrived at what I can only describe as a stately home in somewhere called Herefordshire. This was south of our previous southern travels and we had even crossed the county borders and, what’s more, we didn’t need our passports. As we leapt from the car we looked up to see a kind lady coming toward us saying “Welcome to Croft Castle, is this your first visit?”.. Lenny and I told her it was but we were told to sshh by our respective parentals. We went through the big archway in the wall and off we wandered (read pulled, puffed and strained on our harnesses) finding ourselves quickly in a very pretty walled garden full of flowers that Lenny clearly decided needed to be watered.

Once we had explored the walled garden we strolled along to, I think, the main house where the posh people used to live. There was a lovely view away to the south of the house the grounds swept down to a big lake.

We started to walk toward the lake but there were far too many sheep snacks lying about and we were quickly turned around. This was to become a bit of a theme unfortunately. Back past the house and along a small footpath we went, turning left at the end and through the gate. We were going to follow a “green” route which was deemed flat and easy to walk around. This was going to be fun thought Lenny and I at the same time. As we strolled along the fruit trees were protected by barriers and we assumed this was due to deer eating the bark. This was not the case as we saw the cows loom into view and our respective leads got severely shortened. Now I am afraid to admit that I have “history” with our bovine pals so as soon as they started to walk toward the people in front of us, it was deemed too dangerous for me to be walked amongst them. I would point out that I had already started to whine and whimper in anticipation of meeting some ruminants. Again we were hastily turned around and followed another path, this time through an outdoor play and discovery area for children to learn about nature and the environment.

Far too soon we found ourselves back in the vicinity of the car and our ride home from a morning of fun. Having arrived home we were pleased to see that our second breakfast was provided.

Croft Castle looks like a good place to visit. There are many walks through woods, fields, around lakes and up or down hills. Off track walks are mixed with strolls along gravel paths, there is plenty to see and do so I think we will return soon. Whether we will be mixing it with the cows, that’s another question entirely. Dogs are allowed in the majority of the grounds and the cafe, apart from the bit where the parentals pay for things. The big house is also off limits for us dogs which is fine as there are plenty of outside sniffs to keep us amused.

January ramblings

I’ve done it again. After my early January trip to the vet for my persistent ear infection, I have reverted to my thought process of considering nothing has happened that is worthy of publication. No doubt this will be judged by anyone who reads this blog as an effort at a catch up.

My ears seem to have become better in that I am not scratching them beyond the odd itch. I am still being watched constantly to ensure that I do not have any repeat trips to the vet. I suppose it’s for the best that I am surveilled permanently. The assistants seem pleased.

Snow came and went within the space of two days on 5th January so we enjoyed ourselves trying to eat as much snow as possible, which caused concern amongst the assistants that I was going to give myself an upset dietary system. Thankfully I managed to avoid the midnight trips to the garden accompanied by an adult.

The log burner has been running for a while now and it is lovely to toast our toes (metaphorically of course) once we have completed our walk and daily shenanigans. Lenny seems to have taken to the log burner quite easily, although I think it has shown his Cypriot heritage in that he also likes a blanket to snooze beneath.

His inability to keep his extremities under the blanket do correspond with being a beagle as I also seem to be unable to tuck myself in fully with all limbs duly withdrawn from the outside.

We took a stroll to Lady Halton near Ludlow and walked along the road and farm tracks for quite a way. The scenes in the bright morning January sunshine were a tonic for the normal cloudy, foggy days we seem to be having recently. We are promised that the gloom will lift so we will look forward to that happening.

In between times it has rained, been foggy, misty and generally drab. We have got wet and dirty and been washed more times that we would ordinarily care to be cleaned. Lenny has become champion at sleeping for extended periods of the day and I am happy to see that he is feeling so comfortable not only in the house, but in his own fur.

So there you have it, an update of rambling stuff which can either be read or not. However if you have got to this point, then you’ve read it and that’s two minutes of your life you’ll never get back. 😀

Back to the vet.

This is becoming a sadly recurring theme.

Apologies I nearly forgot, I should wish you all a Happy New Year for 2025 firstly.

For a first blog of the year I was hoping it would be a bit more upbeat and fun, however it seems that my ear problems have continued. After Christmas it was noticed that my ears were itchy and the eczema type problem had returned. Not wishing to take any chances with an infection getting worse I was carted off to the vet on New Years Eve so they could examine me. Having arrived I made my presence known to the kind ladies on reception and then galloped joyfully in to see the vet lady. She checked my ears, sniffed them and then put an otoscope into my ears. It felt like she was looking at my brain. I managed to ignore the parent who accompanied me and was making jokes about the light shining through from one ear to the other. It was confirmed that my condition had returned and I was given a different potion to be administered twice a day for a week or so.

Upon arriving home I was entombed once more in the Cone of Shame and strolled about wondering what was happening. The potion has been applied morning and evening now for a few days and my ears are cleaned regularly. One advantage of the potion is that it makes me feel deaf so I have an excellent excuse for not listening to the parents, apart from being called for breakfast, dinner and walks. I still fool around and try to start bitey face games with Lenny but it’s getting a bit much now, having to wear the Cone of Shame so regularly. I am allowed to sleep without wearing it although, to be honest, its quite comfy and keeps my face and ears warm.

I suppose the moral is that I am getting toward fifteen years old, I am going to have some issues and need to just get on with life. I have a home, beds, food, walks, tickles, a brother and pals who like me. It could be worse. I shall soldier on and, in the meantime, adventures need to be attended to.

What a cracker, second part

I would like to continue my run down of our year 2024. Lenny and I had so many fun things to do and see. Here are some of them and I apologise if I have left any out.

July

Lenny and I ensured that people behaved themselves whilst performing their civic duty at the polls. We managed not to mess about for around five to ten minutes.

We went for a climb up onto the hill at Flounders Folly and welcomed our friend River to our house. Griff came along to join in the fun too, which is always good.

Our fruit trees were starting to produce fruit which needed to grow further. We helped water them.

We were so tired after all our July exertions, we needed a lie down to recuperate.

August

The weather was warm and trips were planned. We went for a walk up to Wart Hill and we went almost into Wales when we visited Clun.

The Victoria Plums ripened on our tree and they were devoured greedily by our assistants.

We finished our month with a polite and quiet stroll around Town Brook on the Long Mynd which was great fun, if somewhat tiring for me.

September

The month started with Lenny needing to go to the vet for a blood test. They wanted to make sure he didn’t have a nasty disease so he had a blood sample taken. I felt sad for him but there was a lull in bitey face games for around 30 minutes.

We went to Llangollen to meet up with Sasha, Griff, Smudgey and Ted in the hope of going for an interesting walk across the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct. Unfortunately Lenny kept on trying to get through the railings when we were high up so we turned around and strolled along the canal itself. It was lovely, despite being somewhat soggy under paws.

Lenny and I decided we would take the assistants for a walk from Bromfield to Ludlow but we had planned it badly as the cinnamon bun cafe wasn’t open. There was much disappointment all around.

It rained, rained some more and then poured down. The flood plain did its job thankfully and the river took the flood waters away.

October

The days became cooler and the mists began to rise more often, shrouding our area in a cloak of secrecy. Lenny needed the Fingerposts to be able to navigate some days.

It rained even more than it had done in September so the flood plain and river were called into action once more. It was like a giant duck pond.

The fields in the valley stretching away toward Bromfield and Ludlow became misty and mysterious. And muddy, very muddy.

November

We decided on a trip to Carding Mill Valley in early November, just to stretch our legs and explore a new place. It was great fun.

My ear trouble flared again so I was forced to go and see the nice vet ladies who looked after me admirably. They still made me wear the Cone of Shame though.

The sun was lowering in the sky but it still managed to shine over Norton Camp whilst I was out on my walk.

And then if rain wasn’t enough it decided to snow, turning our meadow into a snow filled playground for Lenny and I. We love the snow albeit it disappeared within a few days.

December

Just to prove our assistants wrong, we proved that we could snooze together without antagonising one another. Maybe it was a brief lull in shenanigans but it was a lull. We were being watched as my time in the Cone of Shame continued.

We met with Griff for a pre-Christmas stroll from Bromfield to Ludlow and this time the cinnamon bun cafe was open. We returned via a slightly longer and different route which gave us some lovely views over the hills.

Lenny got the chance to explore slightly off-piste on Christmas Eve and he dragged his handler up onto the top of the hill so he could survey all that we would like to wander across.

And to finish we had a Christmas morning walk up onto the top of the Long Mynd. It was a wonderful quiet stroll and we enjoyed ourselves very much.

To sum up then. Wow, what a year it has been for us. Moving home again (apparently it is the last time we are moving) and having some lovely places on our doorstep is a huge bonus. We are closer to one of our best buddies who is happy to show us the places we don’t yet know about, as well as accompany us to the places we do know of. We will explore further to see what else lies beyond our current horizons. One thing is for sure though, we will try our best to enjoy ourselves.