Oh yes. (at The Macallan Distillery)
Charlie the peacock. Enjoys: yelling; preening; shitting on the porch.
Icarus in the maze. Silly fella.
Home for the next three days. 16 bedrooms, a maze and a peacock all to ourselves. (at Blervie Manor, Morayshire, Scotland)
Thanks Easyjet, I’m glad your guys are “working consonantly”. You never know what’ll happen if you start using those dangerous vowels. (at Brighton railway station)
Regal. Majestic. Dorkface. Idiothead. ❤️
Floyd, the Balkan dog. I love him. Also, T -30 days to me getting my own dog. Oh yes. 🐶❤️ (at Barcombe Mills)
I write clear, non-confusing labels on my house moving boxes. #&stuff
Our canoe had a wee rest with her mate while we BBQd supper. She deserved it: she’d glided through the water like an otter for hours.
Right, let’s go. (at Barcombe Mills)
We’re taking this homemade beauty for her maiden voyage on the River Ouse tomorrow. #pleasefloatpleasefloatpleasefloat
@petegale and I finished our Canadian canoe. And she’s beautiful. Next up: piracy 🚣❤️ (at Whitehawk)
I will also miss bucolic English village life. (at Stanmer Village)
Vanguard. Rearguard. Last trundle with Al’s dawgs before I say goodbye and head home tonight. I will miss the silly wigglers.