...by the old canal

Regular readers might recall Sept 13th, we made reference to Diamond's old old friend-of-the-family, Ella, given to saying "I'm nearly 84, you know" as soon as she is past her 83rd Birthday. Well, she's currently "nearly 90" or so. Mum tells us that Ella, Bless Her, had become concerned that Diamond might be struggling for money, being "off work sick" and all that, and had offered to top up her phone card for her.

Diamond, touched by the generosity and sweet ness of this, tried to phone Ella back, but only getting the son ( "our Stanley" ) heard that Ella was out with her "fella". Apparently each Thursday, Ella goes out walking with her "young man" down by the old canal (the guy's got to be 75 if he's a day). How sweet is that? Go Ella.

The H and myself are whizzed off to Reculver for a walk, but the carpark, pub and the whole place are crawling with "Race of Life" push-bike riders (it's a Cancer Research charity thing). There's a queue to park. We turn tail and race up to the free, uncongested end, the Bishopstone carpark.

Dad has some fun helping a bloke launch a stunt-kite, and then we have some fun racing around barking at the ruffling, wind-scream whooshing noises of it as it whizzes low over head

Do you realise, this is our 700th posting? You'd think with that much practise, it should be quite interesting by now, wouldn't you........

Hope you're enjoying the weekend.
Deefski

Stunt Kite

We have that "all is safely gathered in" feeling, having just got back in from a good romp on the Rec, the cats and us fed, fire cleared and laid, coffee made and other human chores all accomplished.

The Rec was chocka with dog walkers and children. We met shiny black collie cross "Ben" with the white toes, white staffie "Amy" out with long haired Chihuahua "Louey" as well as old Jack Russell Patch.

Joy of joys, there was a couple out there playing with a day-glo pink stunt kite, so we were able to do our charge around barking up at it as it whizzed overhead cabaret and amuse the crouds. We soon gethered quite an audience and the kite man was enjoying showing off his skills, whooshing the kite low over our heads to make us run about.

Exhausted, we are!

Deefs