And we’re off …
Miss Darcy
19/04/2018
05.30 – Alarm goes off. Mummy reluctantly emerged from under the duvet.
05.30 – Alarm goes off. Mummy reluctantly emerged from under the duvet.
It was an early rise for a Sunday morning,
After a rainy Sunday, we returned to Rye on Monday to have a better look around when the rain had stopped.
This is Barnaby’s and my first trip together. We’re staying the night at The Gallivant –
As an ongoing birthday celebration … Barnaby and I (and George) are off to Camber Sands for a run on the beach.
We are all back home and enjoying some down time – and sleeping in our own beds. Can’t believe we have been away for only
All this happened yesterday … a relaxed morning run in the garden.
A late night walk with our friend, Luna along a country road in Kalkum, Düsseldorf …
Since landing in Düsseldorf two days ago, we’ve been battling the weather. It may not be as cold as the Arctic but it is very
On the first day of the year, Mummy had always taken us to a beach where we took our first morning walk of the year.
Hello Train! It’s been a while since we last saw you. Was it twelve days ago?
Today was our last full day at sea. Time to start packing up – and BIG Wheelie comes alive again tomorrow!
First Mummy abandoned us to meet huskies. And last night she left us to meet Oki.
It’s the day before our last full day – and things were a little different today.
We are on our return journey and each port stop look familiar. We docked at Harstad at 07.45 this morning – and we remembered this
WHOA! You’re showing us these photos, Mummy? You mean to tell us that you abandoned us on the ship while you went to meet some
so she left us with Natasa to find that one last thing.
There’s just the Barents Sea between us.
This little guy with a big white beard is called a Tomte in Sweden, a Nisse in Norway and Denmark or Tonttu in Finland –
We were woken up by an announcement – the ferry was about to cross the Arctic Circle at 66°33′ north.
We woke up this morning to a stationary ferry – we’re in Trondheim!
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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