Steam Trains and Morris Men

Hop Festival today, so the town is full of Morris Dancers, carts selling hop bines, rock bands, pearly kings and queens, small children twirling flourescent furry pink streamers on long sticks and thousands of people. No place for a Westie - such a crush of humans we'd get trampled under foot, un-noticed. We walk through early on and see some of the preparations, and Haggis goes doo-lally at a horse-drawn beer dray (Shepherd Neames, naturally!) clippety clopping past the house. The "Hop Pickers Special" steam trains woosh and crump past on the line out back beyond the new building site (we won't be able to see that from the house next year).

Forgot to mention sat-nav yesterday. Dad has now received one of these toys as his reward for long service. Daft perisher was using it to nav home the 1 and a half miles from a friend the other side of town, just to test it! After 200 yards, bear left. Mum thinks it (well, the lady's voice on it) should be given an amusing name, so that we can confuse people in conversation. Cousin Cecily, for example. "Ah yes..... Cousin Cecily brought us home..."

Mum has a gang of friends and colleagues round for a "baby shower", one of them being heavily pregnant. There is much chatting, eating and sipping of drinks on the terrace. They all make a fuss of all three of us dogs. I am especially excited to find out that the baby is due on 17th September - my 1st Birthday! How cool is that?

Deefer

Steam Trains and Morgans

The Citroen Car Club boys are off on another adventure today, in convoy from Folkestone across to Tenterden for a bit of lunch and a look at the old steam trains, and then on to Rolvenden for a look round a collection of old Morgan sports cars. It's hot and there'll be nowhere to park at Rolvenden, and we won't be allowed in the museum, so we leave Meggie behind to chill out on the terrace. She seems perfectly happy with that and keeps Mum company while she studies.

We have a nice run round. The roof is rolled back on the 2CV and we bowl along behind Janey (greyhound)'s Mum and Dad in their 2CV, in a convoy of 9 cars. At Tenterden we find some nice grass and park up, and we have a bit of wander in the fields while people variously lunch, watch or ride in steam trains etc.

The pics are of me driving the 2CV (well, maybe not), and keeping watch over an old Citroen "H" van - looks like a corrugated iron shed on wheels. Reminds everyone of Inpector Clouseau films

Excellent day!

Deefs