In Car Entertainment

We three dogs are generally fairly chilled in the car, either sitting up gazing out of the windows, or sleeping till we hear from the gear changes (and smell the smells) that we're near the forest, or the walk. None of this leppin' about and squeaking for us. So we're amazed to hear from old-Dad that brother Archie is an absolute pest, charging about the car and whimpering and squeaking for most of the journey, and has now started real-Dad (Hector) on it too. Old Dad is getting cross!

"Not so smug!" says new Dad! Before you start holier-than-thou ing, remember just before Devil's Dyke yesterday? Ooops - yes. I am small enough to hop down into the rear passenger footwell in thwe 2CV and then squeeze under the driving seat. Not so clever to emerge under Dad's pedal-feet just as he's coming onto a round-about. I am snatched by the collar and lobbed onto the passenger seat while Dad does the round-about (and told off... :-(( ), then levered over the back seat as soon as we're through. There is talk of harnesses and restraint

Ahhh the cemetary. One of those places where Dad would just LOVE to let us off the leads. Acres of grass and shrubs, nobody about, rabbits everywhere. We proceed through at an amazing pace, all pulling on the leads in all directions, as bunnies run for cover. If we could be let off the lead we'd tire our selves in very short order, but it'd be just our luck that behind that bush would be ol' Jimmy tending Aunt Maudie's grave, and weeping softly till 3 westies exploded through at 90 mph scattering his carefully arranged flowers like the feathers of a pigeon hit by a car. Trauma! Fines for Dad, lead injections for us? Nice idea, but there are other places.

Camber sands is, I'm told, excellent, but I've not been yet. "We" go to the River Rother end, taking the small lane next to the wind surfing school. That way we avoid the happy campers in Camber-proper, and end up on miles of flat beach, backed by sand dunes, backed by buckthorn scrub, crawling with bunnies. Dad jokes that it is the best dog grooming ever. In the sea to get washed, across the beach and hot dunes to get dried and bleached, and then into the low-growing buckthorn to get combed and stripped to perfection

Looking forward to it!

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