The Bothy with no Name
It’s all going pear shaped, I’m running round the house looking for my head torch, my little stove and my set of pans. I can’t find any of them, time […]
It’s all going pear shaped, I’m running round the house looking for my head torch, my little stove and my set of pans. I can’t find any of them, time […]
(If you go two episodes back in the blog you can read the first instalment Judgement Day) It’s the morning after the walk before and I’m sitting on a large […]
The large black Labrador shuffled uncomfortably in front of the fire. He was, as is typical of his kind, an expert human watcher and his eyes had strayed little from […]