Monday, 24 July 2017
This is the mostest stupid orse troff ever - how is I supposed to fit in this
Check out my collection of Burrs - I calls them my friends
This field is particularly good for looking from - we looked East, we looked West, we looked Norf and we looked South. There was nuffink interesting so we looked down
Brae finked he had found the bones of a cave-man and was going to dig them up cos he needed a snack
Don't look at this megalithic 'dolmen' burial chamber...... Look at Brae. Its all me, me, me, me with that Brae.
Brae goes in for the orse kiss but accidentally did a bark instead - will he never learn.
This is a flippin mangy vineyard. It has the tiniest grapes. We has better grapes at home, the size of apples..............erm...............hang on............................I fink the variety is called Apple tree.
I was just heading off into the savannah for a poop... just like a lion.
I have absolutely nuffink to say about this picture apart from...............nuffink
Here is the map that we follered.
Monday, 17 July 2017
Our fifth big hike of the year over the Ashdown Forest taking in Fairwarp, Buxted, High Hurstwood and Maresfield
I did find some poo that needed rolling in - it did smell a bit hooman though, so dad threw me into a pond......................................$*@tard
Here is my bum - it looks like we is walking through the Savanah. I telled Brae that there was lions and stuff hiding so he did a frighten and wunned away really fast
A lovely Beech tree avenue through the forest with a serious amount of leaves that we could roly poly in
Brae said he wanted to go to church, but when we got there he said he would rather have a figgy roll.
Orse kissin is one of my favourite fings - Brae is a bit clumsy and does a confuse with orse kissing and orse biting so he rolls in the dirt instead.
I did a giant Arroooooooo to see iffin an echo would come back.... we waited and waited but I fink it cluttered off to Scotland.
ppplllrrrp - that's got that out of my system
We always find the water.. much to dads dismay
The blue line is the one that was followed most frequently, sometimes we lost it a bit
Thursday, 13 July 2017
en France July 2017
This is a picture of me and Brae's playground when we is in the land of fromage
I is doin a little blepper here and Brae is doin his best not to look at me in case he bursts into laughter
We is being wewy Henglish and forming an orderly, sit down, queue - Brae looks like a tiny pupper in this piccy
Now we is a 8 legged, 2 headed .........erm.......monster.
Not really, we is bein particular nosey in case somebody walks out of the buchers wiv a sossage
We climbed some rocks so we could look magnificent together, but Brae wanted to be more magnificenter so he climbed higher..... dammit
We is playing hidey-seek - I is so clever that I is hiding in plane sight doing a bamboozle on Brae.
I did spy two spikey Rocket fingies
We did a swim with our boy-ant-see aids
This is us modelling our floaters
We was bein heros and doin a swim naked - I was more heroic than Brae cos he was bein a pansy without his floater.
We was havin a long lunch like the French workmen that were doing a snooze nearby
This is the ally that we live down, Brae was pertendin to be an Hollyhock
Dad did bring home a souvenir or two