22nd April - Taking advantage of the lovely sun-shine.

It was a lully hot day

This is me havin a fragrant barth

Bruvver Brae also needed to raise his fragrance levels

This is the view from between mine earses looking towards some hill or anuvver

This is the hill looking back at me..

This is the lovely Hargate Forest just on the borders of Tunbridge Wells

This is Braes fluffy butt on he borders of decency

Sometimes we spots a slippery serpent sliding in the undergrowth - sometimes we just spots a flutterby that needs a good lookin at

C'mon Brae, I know where there is a giant wood ants nest that needs digging up

What th... next fing you know, we is whisked off to the sea - I fink mum and dad didn't like our new 'forest fragrance'

Its a bit of a scramble to get to Cow Gap.. plus, there are no flippin cows here.

But there is the loverly sea that is good for an impromptu sploot

Fluffy butt Sunday

Grazing the high peaks on the Downs - dunno why, I don't even like grass

WHAAA........... Nap attack

14th April - Jevington, Seven Sisters and Friston Forest 27km hike - Clockwise

First hot day of the year

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Me and Brae were waiting in the car for everybody to turn up. Brae couldn't help letting out a little BORK, I just did a blep.

After the first hill, we was happy to find a pond in the sky. 

Brae finked you would like to see his belly - not sure if even him knows where that is...!

I is not flaked out, I is just doin an enjoy with my white fur and soft grass

This is the famous Beachy Head - just anuvver hill to me and Brae.

nonetheless, we both enjoy the view

We is always at the back cos dad keeps doin a stop to take the piccies. It takes about half a flippin mile to catch up again, specially when you are walking at Braes pace.

This is a charming picture of mine Floopy. one is for listenin backwards, the other is for listenin sidewards.

The cloud crashed into the cliff and burst all its droplets over the grass.

Me and Brae is doin a contemplate - we is contemplating whether we can be arsed to walk up anuvver hill

Ahh... a light stack - hold the phone.... some dogsbody has eated all the food.

We is havin a cruise through the abandoned samich boxes.

Don't look at Braes fat-belly-gut-bucket, look at the Lifeguards cottages behind - this is after all a cultural blog.

The lonely walk through Friston Forest gives Brae the chance to ponder a while. Brae is finkin what ponder means.

We walked in a clockwise motion cos we didn't want to go back in time.

26 & 27th August, 13k Seven Sisters Hike and 13k Tonbridge Locks Hike

It was a wewy hot Bank Holiday weekend, so dad decided to take us out into the sun....pffft

We were part of the South Coast Challenge for the Seven Sisters bit

Sometimes, you need to look at life from a different perspective.

These are our side bags for carrying stuff - Brae did carry dads loocos-aid

I did carry an assortment of other items - including a spider and a dead ant.

Dad had to carry all our water for the hike, so his backpack was the biggest and the heaviest.

It was wewy hot so we had to stop several times for a drink of water - fortunately Brae was quite cool cos he found his own shadow to sit in....

We looked out and realised the extent of our Saturday hike - If I could speak hooman I would tell dad what an utter, utter, utter, utter, utter, utter, utter, utter, utter,  utter, utter, utter, B'stard he is

Dad though it would be nice iffin we marvelled at the sight of this flippin old lighthouse - Brea was clearly unimpressed

Just this big hill to climb down and we can find the sea.

AAAAAAHHHHH............................  and relax.

Have a quick dry off in the sunshine

And dad promised to take us along the sea front for an Ice Scream.. Yummy

Here is a map of the walk (excluding the seafront bit)

Day 2- Sunday - Dad, Mum, Brae and I did anuvver 13k along the Medway

This is Brae in amongst the Bee Balm

This is me amongst the hay in the ....erm....hay field. I did spot dads pasty and was doooing a hovver.

This is a lock fingy where a boat has conveniently parked so Brae can investigate whether there is any samiches available

Ahhhh lubberly jubbely

We did play 'foller the leader' for a little bit, I did foller Brae the wrong way for ages - his direction-o-meter is completely wrong

Fortunately we did find a pub that served a Bloody Fine Harveys according to dad - so he had two of them.

We sat in the herb garden so we could be fanned cool by the bumbly bees..

This is Town Lock at Tonbridge

This is a map in case we want to do it again and dad loses his memory/marbles