Foxcote House

Very fortunate to have this as the halfway point of our dog walk. Foxcote House.

My Mum worked in a worsted spinning mill in West Yorkshire. She didn't enjoy it. But that's a good photo and it's got me thinking about chips wrapped in newspaper with loads of salt and vinegar. With some scraps on top.

Our older cat got a surprise this morning.

Morning sausage.

Festive sausage.

Red sky on BlueSky.
Beautiful sunrise in the Cotswolds.

Miniature sausage dog. Brown. Asleep on back wearing ribbed pullover.

Sleepy sausage.

Autumn sausage.

P’tang, Yang, Kipperbang.
Came (back) to me out of nowhere.

That's good. Gives me something to aim for.

Sounds familiar. I saw myself yomping across the hills with my faithful pal. But I have to tie her to a roller-skate to get her beyond the bedroom door.

Picture of a tan miniature dachshund called Suki peeping out from a duvet.

Second post. My mind is a blank.
So here is another picture of Suki.
She loves sleeping.
She is not a morning dog.

Suki bath time. Miniature dachshund after a bath.

My first post. I want to set the bar at the right height.
So here's a picture of our dog. She's called Suki.