Eddie, Freddy, Jack 'n' 'Arry

Another nice walk today in the warm breezy sunshine - we go down to the creek, then through the boat yard. En route we meet our mates, the Jack Russells Eddie and Freddy, and aged Doberman Jack. Poor Jack is showing his age now. As we westies chat with E+F, Jack goes off for a sit-down. Unfortunately, says his Mum, he can no longer get up by himself from his sit-downs, so when we've done, someone has to lift his back end into the standing position before he can continue

But he's a proud dog, and one with an interesting history, say Meg and Haggis. He was the star of a newspaper story long ago, where he was involved in the rescue of his Mum who had broken a leg falling over out in the fields beyond the allotments. Clever, brave boy. I think the air-ambulance had to be called in the end, she was so far off the beaten track.

In the boat yard we come upon collie-cross, boatyard dog 'Arry. We all think that is actually his name, as no-one has ever heard it pronounced with an "H", but it could just be the easy talk of boatyard folk!

The weekend continues in similar vein, Mum chugging on with the quince jam (which involves a series of boil-ups and then strains through muslin bags hanging from the window pole across the bay window), and shopping, Dad going in search of camping stuff (a good time of year, he says as everything's reduced!), and then up to the allotment for some digging. There's someone or other around at home all day. That's the way we like it.

Look after yourselves
Deefer