Okay, it was a rug not a corner. Do funny, laugh-out-loud, poems count?
Ewok has developed a habit of kidnapping cuddly toys. Tiger was found (rescued) this afternoon deep in the woods at the back of the house surrounded by a patch of mushroom guards.
Happily the only injuries sustained was a little dampness.
The other tigers were pleased to hear the good news.
Nelly (and family) came to stay. Ewok was sad to see her go.
After too long away from home it was great to hit the trail with H to blow away some cobwebs.
We even brought some mud from the southern traverse back with us.
H ready for his last pack meeting before moving up to Webelos
He’s now a bear cub scout!
[thanks to granddad for helping to fill in scouttracks…]
Driving east from Honiton along the A303 and watching the day fade into night.
Three days young.
Being a bit silly, and perplexing tourists, in front of Exeter Cathedral.
Teaching Amelie how to levitate on the cathedral steps.
Tackling the steps around Exeter’s town wall on the way down to the quay.
Lock, Stock and Barrel on the canal in Newbury.
This is one of the signs on my route to work.
Makes you think.
Ewok’s therapy dog training continues at Woodinville Fire Station.
Lesson 3: Stand by the engine and act nonplussed as the siren screams and hoses squirt.