13th October - 25 Kilometer Saxon Shore Way and the Royal Military Canal

Following the shoreline pre 1246

We does enjoy a good loll around - Brae lolled right into a sheep poo

The sea came all the way up to here until the storm of 1246 silted up the entire of the Cinque Ports - we wasn't around then and we have no imagination - so quite frankly, we don't give a monkeys 

Happy faces - dad has got his pie out and Brae snacked on Mozzarella and tomato.

As a special gift, we did an elegant pose on this footpath.

Then we did not quite so elegant pose on the hill-side

LLAMMALPACKKA ALERT

We has got the scent of the famous North Downs Squirrel who is clearly miles from home..

Aww … woods

As it was such a nice day - we let these hoomans tag along - they has all got different coloured hair...….. em………….just sayin.

The space where the map is missing is so secret that it does not exist.

25th August - 27km Lewes - Blackcap - South Downs Way.

A circular hike from Lewes Station Car Park, past the Prison then up onto Blackcap. Get onto the South Downs Way and walk over as many hills as you can see

I is doing my Sit-Down on command

Me n Brae is having anuvver 'stick-your-tung-out' competition

Brae was upset cos he didn't  win the 'stick-your-tung-out' competition, so he went off in a huff

Not content.. he has got to make this game out of everything - dad telled him not to be silly and just look at the lovely view

I is finking I would like to roll about in this fresh straw

It was quite warm so me and Brae had a little cuddle by the style

We has got to get to the hill on the uvver side, but first we had a big down to do and a flippin nasty up

Good job we finded this massive troff to have a malarkey in

Then it was time for a nap while dad eated his pies - we had figgy rolls cos we luffs them

I has got my eyeses closed cos I is walking by radar

Brae said can we post him home cos he has had enuff of doin a hike.

Me and Brae is doin a walkin race to see who can get to the pub first...

Start at the pub - finish at the pub, that's what days says.

3rd March 25km Penshurst to Hever circular hike

Big walks every 6 weeks

We left Southborough in the snow. Brae gettid cross, cos he is rubbish at playin hidey-seek in the snow

Brae really, really, REALLY, REALLY, really, really luvs the snow. He has got his bestest cheesy grin on him face

We was tracking the abdominal snow man or somefink - Dad said it was up here somewhere so Brae put his scaredy pants on.

Huzzzar - its me tasting the air wiv my tung

We did a trip-trapety-trip over this Ogre's bridge - the little doggy wiv the coat on must have got eated by the ogre cos we never spied it again.

Huzzar... its me again..................erm.........................tasting the air wiv...................erm ......................my tung.. (dammit, I fink I said that once already)

We is dirty little mongrels (well Brae is), I is a dirty little purebreed.

Check out my tidy butt....

That's it - worn out for anuvver day.

We might have walked a little something like this.

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