Rydym yn yng nghymru!
Miss Darcy
02/01/2014
No that wasn’t gobbledy gook! That’s Welsh for “We’re in Wales!” (at least we think that’s what it means!) * That’s a lot of y
No that wasn’t gobbledy gook! That’s Welsh for “We’re in Wales!” (at least we think that’s what it means!) * That’s a lot of y
Our first trip for the year on the first day of 2014! We’re going to Narbeth, Wales!
Mummy had visited Bruges once before almost 30 years ago!!!! Wow! This time we thought – it would be magical to be there at this time
Yup! That’s what Mummy believes. So that’s why these days she doesn’t fly as much – as she finds ways to take me with her.
No, I didn’t mean I have ticks! We went to see Mr. Butt at Kynance Vet to get my Pet Passport stamped – so I
Or a long night. Today is Winter Solstice. The shortest day or the longest night.
Little Tyke and I sat up on a tree branch – I wanted to see the world from a squirrel’s perspective …
Well, even though we stay in a nice hotel does not mean Mummy is relieved of her duties. 🙂
Miss Austen, thank you for for my name! And for Mister Darcy!
Mummy’s been here once before so she showed us around with the help of a map. We started off at the Abbey and walked along
After a harried start at the train station – Mummy had to sort out Call Centre inefficiencies and then having to deal with cab drivers
Today we embarked on a train journey to Bath – Mummy, me, Little Tyke, Mini Tyke and the Tyke’s Mummy.
Charles M. Schulz made famous a beagle we all love! I think he understands us.
Yesterday we all set off on a long car journey – come to think of it, this might have been my first long car journey.
Mummy and I have never heard of Barbara Hepworth but she is the reason why Aunty Meg wanted to come to St. Ives.
It came highly recommended by the lady we met in the train – Porthminster Cafe.
What a lovely, lovely place and the sun was shining – might be the last summer day in Cornwall! We walked into town and saw
The rain finally stopped and my new BFF, Melissa took me for a walk on the beach. We ran and chased each other. At day’s
And we’re off again! Into a taxi we go – which station this time? Ahhh, it’s Paddington Station. We’re about half an hour early, so
So excited. Even though it’s another long train ride ahead of us – five hours. But no worries – we’re seasoned travellers.
We woke up this morning and went for a walk in the Tuileries
Mummy decided she could not deal with a 12 hour overnight train ride from Nice to Paris
This morning when we went out for an early morning walk, I didn’t realise I was going to see Zavia.
S!N!C!F! S!N!C!F! (sung as in Y!M!C!A!) Oui! Oui! Nous voyageons sur la Société Nationale des Chemins de fer Français à Nice.
Early Saturday morning, at St. Pancras International
My own train ticket to south of France This morning we leave home at 7am for St. Pancras International. Take the 07.42 train to Folkestone.
My father’s a miniature poodle called Ginger and my mother an English Cocker Spaniel called Beth. That’s what makes me a cockapoo.
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