Far too scary

I forgot to tell you that when my people's friends from Greece came around the Guv took them to the Monolithic underground church in the village near us.  For once I'm glad I did not go with them, far too scary all those stairs and having to go up that high!

Mud, mud glorious mud

In past blogs I have shown you all the fields I walk in and during the summer they are full of either sunflowers, maize or wheat.  Now a lot of the crops have been harvested and the field ploughed so the Guv will not let me walk through them when muddy......

Mind you if he's not looking the temptation to run through this mud is GREAT ! 

A lace fair.....

Well our visitors have now left me so I can get back to my book and a bit of blogging!  The other day the Misses wanted to go to this lace group meeting in a village near us, so I thought I'd better go along and see what it is all about...

mmmmm not much for dogs in there, so I stayed out in the sunshine with the Guv. I wonder if that is what's meant by "laisez-faire"  (woof woof)

It's harvest time

You will know from my photographs of last year that the fields all around my pad either have sunflowers or maize in them.  Well the sunflowers are all now gone as the sunflower eating machine has been around.

Now over the next week or so my blogs might be a bit random as we have guests for a couple of days and I also must make some doggy effort to do a bit more for my fourth book.  In case you are wondering what it will be, well guess.....

It will be called "My French Revelation"

Meetings...

As my friends know I'm back in France now and today we went out in "The Duchess" to a car meet in Chalais.  There were lots of interesting things to see and I got to meet some interesting canines also.....

Comfort.....

On one of my other days in the U.K. my people took me to meet some of their friends. They had planned to meet in the town where my people once lived.  In fact I spent some months there also a few years ago.

What was really good was that the Guv got the hotel manager to agree to allow me to join them in the lounge.  Those sofas looked so comfortable, but I resisted!

 Mind you I think the Guv spent more time looking at his friends new car than he did eating lunch !

I also had a good walk around whilst the Misses went and had her hair cut

Canal canine

One thing about visiting the U.K. with the Misses is that she likes shopping!  Of course I have to go along as well, which can be a bit of a bore for a canine like me.  However it also means my people will normally stop for coffee or lunch at lots of interesting places.

This time we went to Kidderminster, and for my French & Greek friends this is a town in the English Midlands once famous for making carpets.  Here we are at "The Watermill" right next to the Staffordshire-Worcestershire canal.

Back to the camp site

After my visit to Barry and Barry Island it was back to our camp site in Herefordshire, and the lovely big field for me to run about in, or as in the case of the photograph above take on my security duties!

I met a very nice Staffordshire Bull Terrier that belonged to one of the workmen on the site.  I get very upset about the bad press given to my fellow canines like this, I think the bad press should be given to bad human owners!

Barry Island.......

Well as this is the first time I've been to Barry Island a good sniff around was necessary.  I can't say the weather was as nice as in my homeland but then it was early morning (I'm told it does get better, but I don't believe it!)

Nearly the whole promenade to myself !

K9 Cafe

The Guv took me to this real cool place at Barry Island where we met some of his relatives.  As you can see the cafe was called K9....a special cafe for people and dogs.  When I went in they brought me a bowl of water, even before they served the humans, then to my surprise they came and gave me a bed cushion to rest on......Now that's what I called service!

He's a big boy...

OK I'm confused again.  I thought that being in Hereford this would have been a Herefordshire bull.  If it is why is it black, Herefordshires are brown and white, aren't they?  The Guv then tells me that there is crossbreed (bit like me I guess) between a Herefordshire & Aberdeen Angus called a "Black Baldy" !

Another iconic structure in Hereford, the bridge not me!

(Oh look I can see a sexy Bulldog over there)

At last a sit down and a rest at the human drinks shop

Off I jolly well go....

So after the Guv finished hunting down his ancestry (and there were lots of villages & churches we visited) off we went to Hereford to stay with our friends who have a camp site there.  I was really lucky as I had loads of room to run about in several great big fields.....

This is our new "human kennel on wheels".  Loads more room inside than the previous one...oh yes the plastic over the carpet is because of ME !

More bones.....

We spent quite a long time in Chilmark, the Guv looking up his distant relatives and in fact he found all these graves (7 in all) that were direct relatives.  I think with that pedigree I'll enter him for "Crufts" next year!

There was even a housing estate named after the Guv's relatives that once farmed the area.

(photo below)

No bones for me....

As I said in my earlier blog when we go to the U.K. the Guv normally goes via the Channel Tunnel. This time he wanted to head for the South West and visit some villages where his ancestors lived hence the Le Harve-Portsmouth ferry. One village we went to was Chilmark and I was allowed a look around the churchyard, provided I promised not to to dig up any old bones!

The plaque on the wall shows the burial place place of Henry Fricker who died in 1666.

 He was the Guv's  11h generation Grandfather.

Hi Di Hi......

For the second night in the U.K. my people planned a few days stop over at a very good camp site next to Salisbury race course.  There was loads of room for me to run around (on the camp site not the racecourse!)

The Guv told me not to tell my readers about the first night but I will tell you. You see the ferry did not dock until late in the night and no camp sites would let us in, so the Guv resorted to his old career and decided to "inspect" a big supermarket car park!

The ferry best for me...

My readers will know that when we go to Britain the Guv normally takes the train through the Channel Tunnel  so this was the first time with Brittany Ferries for us.  I must say the service was great, lined up to be first off and right next to the lift so we could get to our cabin.

Now my people always take my bed with them for me when we travel, 

but when there's another option I'd be mad to miss it, wouldn't I?

Police escort.....

I am not sure if the French police escort to our ferry was because I (a VIP, or should that be a VID?) was on board or was it to make sure the Guv leaves France!

Certainly there were lots of humans watching from the beach as we left all getting their top up tan.  I don't understand why you humans want to be brown when you could be nice and white like me....