- Untitled
- The season begins
- Jan 2010
- Feb 2010
- March 2010
- April 2010
- May 2010
- Ski Pictures 2010
- June 2010
- July 2010
- August 2010
- September 2010
- October 2010
- Late October
- November
- December 2010
- January 2011
- February
- The European Youth Olympic Festival
- March 2011
- The season ends
- May and June 2011
- End of June
- July
- August in Yorkshire
- September 2011
- 28 October 2011
- November/December 2011
- Season 2012
- February 2012
- March and April
- June
- 'Summer' 2012
What a life
'I can't believe' cried Honi ' That we have to go to pub with Dad and Christian and talk about philosophy when I could be at home watching X factor'. We are on our way home from walking a hunter trial course, she has already ridden and been to a bowling party today, I think she might have a point but don't say so.
Christian is about to leave for Oxford where he will hopefully find lots of ice hockey playing philosophiers. We are going to have a family farewell at a country pub. Despite having got lost twice on the way to the course walking we are more or less on time. I will even have time to have a quick shower.
That was my plan until I pulled up in front of the house and saw a walking white sheet, alias Charlie's sweet itch rug at the furthest point of the field, well beyond the fence line. Ditching the shower idea, I grab some wellies. Millie watches me with interest as I hike up the field. I notice that the electric 'gate' has been lowered at exactly the same time as she does and stand open mouthed as she leaps neatly over it. Sooty braces himself to follow so I use Charlie's head collar to catch him up. One out three's not bad.
A long suffering Christian, and a slightly less amused Sam, who have been chasing Charlie for much of the afternoon (hence the lowered gate which didn't work) help me recover Millie and Charlie from the knee deep clover and reconfigure the electric to give Charlie just enough food to keep him from straying while we go for our, now postponed meal.
We arrive at peak time and wait an hour to be served. I am slightly grubby and disgruntled and Honi is tired and even more disgruntled. Sam is grumpy about something that happened at school which can't be recorded. Christian is philosophical and looking forward to a life without Charlie.
Christian is about to leave for Oxford where he will hopefully find lots of ice hockey playing philosophiers. We are going to have a family farewell at a country pub. Despite having got lost twice on the way to the course walking we are more or less on time. I will even have time to have a quick shower.
That was my plan until I pulled up in front of the house and saw a walking white sheet, alias Charlie's sweet itch rug at the furthest point of the field, well beyond the fence line. Ditching the shower idea, I grab some wellies. Millie watches me with interest as I hike up the field. I notice that the electric 'gate' has been lowered at exactly the same time as she does and stand open mouthed as she leaps neatly over it. Sooty braces himself to follow so I use Charlie's head collar to catch him up. One out three's not bad.
A long suffering Christian, and a slightly less amused Sam, who have been chasing Charlie for much of the afternoon (hence the lowered gate which didn't work) help me recover Millie and Charlie from the knee deep clover and reconfigure the electric to give Charlie just enough food to keep him from straying while we go for our, now postponed meal.
We arrive at peak time and wait an hour to be served. I am slightly grubby and disgruntled and Honi is tired and even more disgruntled. Sam is grumpy about something that happened at school which can't be recorded. Christian is philosophical and looking forward to a life without Charlie.