B***er the Brontes..

B***er the Brontes..

The art of bad timing seems to be a particular skill in our house. The odour from the fluffy one was becoming ,at best , noticeable, at worse  so the decision was made. 15 mins later the carnage was complete, wet paw marks lead across the floor and onto the cream...
On’t moor wi no hat ..

On’t moor wi no hat ..

old frosty November Sunday saw our gruesome threesome land in Ilkley ,without doubt the poshest place in the Bradford Met Area and more familiar to me as having a massive effect on my poor A level grades 30 plus years ago when valuable studying time was happily wasted...

york

You wouldn’t go anywhere if you moaned every time it rained ‘ – one ever so slightly peeved mother at the top of her voice to her whining offspring shuffling across a windswept Lendal Bridge in York in the midst of the North of England’s Winter answer to the Indian...

shipley glen

h don’t you just love the run up to Christmas  , every town  and city running their own Markets and Festivals , jammed  roads and packed public transport , not great for our type of doggy day out , so where to go to escape the great worship to over consumption and...