Monday, 30 April 2018
Gus and Gregory, Brae and me all waiting for the sossage rolls top come out.
Iffin you run up and down this boardwalk enough - it drives the ogres crazy
Mum is in the land of Extacy
Everybody needs a cold rinse after a run in the woods.
Good job we is not sheep else we would shrink like a woolly jumper.
There is a stink of garlic, eever that or somebody did a little toot.
Ahhhhh.... luxurious bathe in a mineral bath - why isn't anybody else coming in?
A herd of ...................erm ......................Samoyeds
We spotted a poo bin that needed us all to wee on it
First stop pond - and last stop pond (with a little pond stop in the middle)
that's why we all luffs Jeskyns Park
Make room for all of us then...
It was a lully hot day
This is me havin a fragrant barth
Bruvver Brae also needed to raise his fragrance levels
This is the view from between mine earses looking towards some hill or anuvver
This is the hill looking back at me..
This is the lovely Hargate Forest just on the borders of Tunbridge Wells
This is Braes fluffy butt on he borders of decency
Sometimes we spots a slippery serpent sliding in the undergrowth - sometimes we just spots a flutterby that needs a good lookin at
C'mon Brae, I know where there is a giant wood ants nest that needs digging up
What th... next fing you know, we is whisked off to the sea - I fink mum and dad didn't like our new 'forest fragrance'
Its a bit of a scramble to get to Cow Gap.. plus, there are no flippin cows here.
But there is the loverly sea that is good for an impromptu sploot
Fluffy butt Sunday
Grazing the high peaks on the Downs - dunno why, I don't even like grass
WHAAA........... Nap attack
A rainy weekend takes us off to Groombridge Forest to catch sight of the new Blue Bellies
Brae is an anagram of Bear and Bears poop in the woods. Bruvver Brae is enhancing the fragrance of the Blue Bellies
Now he finks he has conquered them and is relishing his Kingly moment
We stopped for a quick pose - Brae has heard the distant squeak of a squiggle so he cant concentrate on his smile.
We finked this is a picture that Constable would paint.......erm.........if he wasn't already dead.
We is playing a game of follow the leader. Today I are the leader and Brae is my minion
AAAARRRGGGG an normous great hooty fing came trundling past smoking a giant fag..
Thursday, 19 April 2018
First hot day of the year
Me and Brae were waiting in the car for everybody to turn up. Brae couldn't help letting out a little BORK, I just did a blep.
After the first hill, we was happy to find a pond in the sky.
Brae finked you would like to see his belly - not sure if even him knows where that is...!
I is not flaked out, I is just doin an enjoy with my white fur and soft grass
This is the famous Beachy Head - just anuvver hill to me and Brae.
nonetheless, we both enjoy the view
We is always at the back cos dad keeps doin a stop to take the piccies. It takes about half a flippin mile to catch up again, specially when you are walking at Braes pace.
This is a charming picture of mine Floopy. one is for listenin backwards, the other is for listenin sidewards.
The cloud crashed into the cliff and burst all its droplets over the grass.
Me and Brae is doin a contemplate - we is contemplating whether we can be arsed to walk up anuvver hill
Ahh... a light stack - hold the phone.... some dogsbody has eated all the food.
We is havin a cruise through the abandoned samich boxes.
Don't look at Braes fat-belly-gut-bucket, look at the Lifeguards cottages behind - this is after all a cultural blog.
The lonely walk through Friston Forest gives Brae the chance to ponder a while. Brae is finkin what ponder means.
We walked in a clockwise motion cos we didn't want to go back in time.
Monday, 12 March 2018
Botany Bay and Kingsgate Bay
This is our mum.....nuff said
Brae said he didn't want to sit still for this picture..........so he didn't..!!
Castle behind us was built in the 1760's - Brae doesn't give a monkeys cos he doesn't remember that far back
Dad said 'DAMMIT Brae .......will you sit still for just one moment'
This me being one of Mrs White Hens chicks
Brae said he was off to collect some sand in his underbelly (which is very close to the ground)
I finded an interestin lump of rock that had probably been wee'd on by every dog in the neighbourhood
Brae is resistin the temptation to do a heckin run off - steady boi...
This was dads favourite view. Probably because it was from the pub garden.
I don't know what this hole is called.
We did a bit of wunnin about in the sea.
One of these is mum with her Mothers Day happy face on - the other one is a big fluffy bum.
Because it is a special day. we are keeping mum company.....but not for long. Ready, Set, Leggit-lill
There is lots of slippery sea-weeds growing over the rocks. I did do Brae a frighten by tellin him that them sneaksy pelicans live in the weed and would gobble him up iffin he strayed from the path. He cried like a boo-baby and ran to shore
Brae is keeping an eye out for them pesky Pelicans
You has got to have wide apart eyeses for this picture..
Mum is guarding this hole
Hold the phone..... haven't I sniffed this rock before...............nah..... its got a different whiff about it