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

23rd July, Aylesford up onto the North Downs Circular

Sunday afternoon hike from Aylesford

 up to the North Downs taking in the little village of Eccles

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.

15th July 2017, Ashdown Forest - Buxted - 25 Km.

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

Braes bum

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

France 2017

Bonnes Vacances

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.

Bottoms up

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