New Boots

I have new boots. A very nice gift from my humans son. I think they suit me and my friend the cat admired them also.

So not me!

Hmmm! My bright garland was replaced with what my human called a classy garland. I hate this somber item and was pleased when I heard my human say it reminded him of the part he once played, Mr Sowerberry, whoever he is, he said he recalled the words "There are horses with tall black plumes to escort them to the family tombs" need I say more. Anyway I don't need to worry as they have put back the bright garland, Yipee!

Halls of marble

I was taken to visit a grand establishment in Derbyshire, my humans say the interior is impressive. I thought the the place looked very uninviting from the outside, however the drive through the parkland was very enjoyable.

60 years on.

I carried a fridge full of picnic food and drink all the way to Earisland. I think the idea was to venture out and have a picnic. Unfortunately the human who was 60 had broken her arm and so we had a picnic at the caravan site.

Here are all of human Wilfrid's children at The Cider Barn for a birthday meal.