Mundesley cliff-top; early morning walk
I had my first actual, proper, real Holiday a few weeks ago. Apparently it was All My Fault that I didn’t get one earlier in the year because I got ill, and They kept making cutting remarks about “Let’s hope we get to stay for more than 48 hours” and “At last, a holiday … dog permitting” and “With a bit of luck he’ll actually let us get some rest”. Bloomin’ cheek.
Anyway, we went back to Norfolk to the same place They tried to go to last time. Don’t know why, but it smells quite strongly of His dam. And it did not smell AT ALL of my poo, despite what they were muttering about all the way down in the car. So there. Rat bags.
This is only a snapshot of Holiday life, but I thought I should share some of the highlights …