I stand corrected. Thank you Cinquecento for your comment. T'was apparently Lord Peter Wimsey who went to Oxford, not PG Wodehouse. Still not a good enough reason, in Dad's mind, to support the Dark Blues, but Hey
Thought you might like this shot of Megan (left) and the H-Man in the sea at Camber Sands. Actually nearer Rye Harbour - we go up that end because there are less tourists. I love the way Haggis's head-fur is splayed out as he shakes his head, don't you. This was last year, so I'm not even born yet
We went for our walk nice and early this morning, rambling round the ex-blackcurrant fields south of the A2, behind Faversham's football ground and cricket ground. Misty when we started, it was warm sunny by the time we got back, and it's gone on getting hotter. The humans are crashed out in easy chairs on the new terrace, alternating between putting up the parasol, and then deciding it's not quite hot enough and lowering it again. Perhaps they're worried the chocky eggs will melt.
That's another thing. Why no choc eggs for us dogs?
Happy Easter
Deefs
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