Sunday, 31 July 2016

Sunday walk

This morning we went to Deene Park which is very close to New Lodge


We had a lovely walk around the park (not allowed in the posh gardens bit) and came across this lovely stag sculpture.



Awning Day

Yesterday morning we went to the 'van for the weekend.  This was the first time we had visited since we left it at New Lodge at the beginning of July mainly because Mum was horse shopping one weekend  and Murphy was unwell the next.

So, this was the weekend that we got to put up the awning and I decided to take some photographic evidence of the various stages.

Stage One - layout the floor and poles.  Mum did the poles and got a bit confused with what went where (she doesn't  normally get involved at this stage usually coming in at Stage Two and being told just to 'stand there and hold that').

Stage Two - framework is up and stable

Stage Three - the bit Dad hates ... ready for pegging out and tightening all the joins (Mum had left to get coffee at this stage)

Stage Four - it's all finished and ready to use

Looking good - well done Dad who promptly went for a sit down with Murphy while Mum and I went for a walk.   'We won't be long' she said and then took me on the Bulwick/Blatherwycke/Laxton circuit which is about 5 miles!

Friday, 29 July 2016

A Welshie first

Mum went to the Game Fair at Ragley Hall today to watch the first gundog demonstration ever by a Welshie team.  Here they all are just before they entered the ring




Sunday, 24 July 2016

BBQ

Finally our 'not so new anymore' patio is put to good use as a barbecue and eating area.


Now they've gone mad .. dinner last night, breakfast this morning and Mum is tapping away on the 'puter there now.

Coolio

Murphy says a great big thank you to Aunty Debbie for suggesting Mum buy him a cool coat.  She picked this one up yesterday and he seems to like wearing it.


He did refuse to pose which is unlike him ... but then he had just been given 2 tablets and some Loxicom and Dad had squirted what I think is some very nice tasting stuff to make him eat, down his throat. 

I know I don't need anything to make me eat, but when Dad spills a bit on the floor, what is a boy to do?