25K Circular walk from Lewes, Castle Hill Nature Reserve, East Sussex.

We did a big stomp in the South Downs starting from Lewes 

This is a stupid windmill that did try and hide in a cloud, but me and Brae spotted it before it escaped.

Me and Brae wiv dad

I did find sumfing good to sniff while Brea was watching cobwebs. He finked it would be funny to eat a spider. I telled him that it would build a web in his tummy and trap all the food so he could'nt have any more food........ever. That made him cry so I did larf at my own joke

This is Brae after he sicked the spider out, he is much happier now. I is lookin majestically at the misty horizon towards Telscombe Cliff .

Someone made the mistake of getting a sand-wich out so me n Brae dribbled a lot until he gived us a crisp.

The grass was very wet and the clouds did start to bugger-off so I could see a lot further. There wasn't much to see though so I just finked about sumfing else.

Brae was looking hard at a leaf cos he was scared there might be anuvver spider. Then Frank sneaked up to do a photo-bomb. I didnt smell it but Brae said it was orrible.

We sat and looked at some norty sheeps.

If you look really hard you can see............erm.............erm.............I dunno, it was there a minute ago.

We steeled a drink from this orsey troff. 

Me and Frank was havin a drink while Brae talked to an orse. I dunno why cos he cant talk orse langwidge.

We pertended to be chased by this giant farm fing.

Brae showed Martin his bum and we did scoff sum fig biskits.

We did have lots of big views and big hills to clime.

We all sticked our tungs out to see who had got a lucky spot on it. Wilson did win. I don't know why we play this game, cos Wilson always wins.

This is the last hill to go down.

Brae sat down and pulled his 'stupid' face - he does that a lot cos I finked he has lost his marbles sometimes.

This is the way down so I asked Brae wevver he wanted to wun down with me.

So he did.

When we gotted home I did sleep on Brae.

Martin did colour this map in so he didn't get lost

Day of the Blood Moon

 Hargate Forest and the Blood Moon

This is the second pond we did find to jumpsy in - I telled Brae not to drink it but he said that he wasn't and that he was huffing at it to create steam like a dragon. I finked he was stupid so i telled him to get out....

This was me - it was lonely without Brae huffing in the water.

I asked mum to chase me - but she didn't hear me cos she has got hair over her earholes.

I shouted at a squiggle-fing to come down out of the tree but it didn't cos Brae would have eated it wiv his teef

Brae telled me a blow-off joke but it wasnt funny

Brae wunned away and came back again - but this time he cummed back as a wolf

We did do sum jousting.....erm.........without..........lances

There was a blood moon and dad said we could go and howl at it, so i sticked my tung out and dribbled

Brae grumbled a bit which sounded like a rubbish howl.

In the morning, the moon was still floatin about in the sky

There was also sumfing floating in a tree, so we looked really hard to see if we could spot it

  Dad said i had to sit down in front of the moon cos it was a special one.

Tour de France. September 2015

 Tylor, Brae, Batty, Jean, Julie and Jamie spend 7 days touring through Deux Sevres, Charente, Dordogne, Vienne and Limosin.

Me and Brae sticked our heads out of the window in Folkestone to tell the train driver to get a move on cos we were bored already (and cos Brae did a fart).

We did also stick our heads out of the window inside the Eurotunnel fingy.

This is the village where mum and dad live sometimes. I have sitted on this bridge befor.......erm......Brae hasn't, so I showed off my knowledge and telled him where to have a poo if he needed one. He did need one so he pood in the topiary.

 This is the Abbaye Royal in Celles sur Belle and we did pose for a magnificent piccy of me. Brae pertended he was a bat again (I dont know why he does that - blinking idiot)

 

We did sit wiv mum in Melle and stopped her falling into the fountains cos she does that sometimes.

 

I shouted at brae to get off the bridge....he just blowed a rasberry cos he is mad in the head.

 

This is the camper that Pappy Jean gived us to drive. It was my turn to steer first and Brae was the co-pilot

Then he jumped in mums bed.

 

Dad telled us that we had to sleep on the floor, so not to get no funny ideas about hoggin all the space...Yeah right.

 We did calmly watch the lilly pads grow in the river Dronne at Aubeterre

  

Until Brae got bored and buggered off.

 

Pappy Jean was feeling tired - So we laid down cos we didnt want him to get too exited

  

I dont know what Brae was trying to do here, wunnin around like a bonkers fing. I fink it made mum happy cos she is smiling.

It was very high in Aubeterre so we had to sit still sometimes.

 

I was checking out the magnificence of the ironwork on the bridge - Brae was finking about stuff

We sitted down at Brantome cos it was hot.

Mum and Dad hiked from Saint-Jean-De-Cole to Saint-Pardoux-la-Riviere.............Me and Brae pertended to be trains..woo...wooo

  

We did find a wartyfall in Mialet to add to dads collection - today, Brae pertended to be a gargoyle. I was swimming underwater pertendin to be a submarine.

This lake at Saint-Soud-lacoussiere was so still I could see my face in it.

Brae and me discussed stuff that neever of us understood.

Pappy Jean getted lunch ready for the groan-ups. Me an Brae looked at a pond.

 

OMG it was Braes turn to drive - I checked for perdestrians while Brae aimed for them.

We standed up at Nontrom while mum sitted down

We tried to do some skipping at Saint-Estephe but realised that dogs cant skip.

We finded a brilliant castle at st-Germains-de Confolons and we could see for miles in each direction.

 Dad stopped these rocks falling on our heads at Verteuil sur Charante.

 

then taked us to see the chateau.

 

We stopped at Ruffec so mum could get some sun tan on her boobies

 

 Dad teached Brae how to swim/drown

 Here is some maps of our tour