Monday, 7 November 2016
Me and Brae have sussed out who has the best treats here today..
Brae is licking an outsider
Everydogsbody licks the outsider..
Whiffy pond gets invaded by white clouds
Some Sams were clever enough to bring their wellies
We is trying not to sit down patiently and everybody is helping to ruin this photo opportunity.
Wilson was being one of the lads cos he needed to take his mind off of stuff. We on the uvver hand had our mind set on scoffing dads sossage rolls when we stops for lunch.
Sometimes, those flippin worms need a good head-but
This leaf was making me so angery..........
...........so I wunned away from it.
Brae is wubbish at catchin feasants..
but it turns out that I is even more rubbisher than him.
Wilson was trying to tell us one of his stupid jokes so we wunned away from him (have you heard his jokes?
This isnt Brae cos it is far too clean.
Two streams later and we is getting nearer to clean water.
Brae truly conckered this rock in a single bound. He is going to be my hero for the rest of the day.
These leaves looked so happy that we finked we would have happy time wiv them....note to self..Brae is no longer my hero
The magical culours of Autumn look a bit like......erm....
Tony did telled a lie again.. he said it was only going to be 16.5 miles and it turned out to be 19.5 miles and the pub at the end ran out of Harveys