Sunday, 21st February 2010
Namaste to Nic and Jon
I am really excited to announce that Nic and Jon have now returned home from Nepal. We can’t wait to see them as it’s been 18 months since we spent the day together in Epping Forest. Last week we stayed with Nic’s parents Tim and Marlene in Ross on Wye on the eve of their return.
Rugby!
Tim took Daddy to see Gloucester play Rugby against Harlequins at Kingsholm which Gloucester won 46-6 (unfortunately Leicester thumped them 33-11 at the weekend).
Puzzlewood and Clearwell Caves
On Monday morning Tim and Marlene left us in their home to collect Nic and Jon from the airport. Whilst they went off excitedly we went to Puzzlewood and Clearwell Caves in the heart of the Forest of Dean. Puzzlewood is reputedly the place that inspired Tolkien to write The Hobbit and the Middle Earth of Lord of the Rings. It was fascinating but very cold and I have to confess that I moaned quite alot – OK alot according to mummy and daddy.
Raglan Castle
The following day we went to Raglan Castle near Monmouth and pretended to be medieval knights – I only moaned a little bit.
Walking with a famous person (that I’d never heard of!)
On the way home we stopped off at Symonds Yat where we bumped into Julia Bradbury who had just finished a canoe trip down the Wye for Countryfile. She told me that she’d been walking since she was 6 years old so I should get walking seriously now – that’s a lot of moaning I imagine. Julia was very friendly and boy could she walk. Daddy and I could hardly keep up with her as we walked back to the car.
A bit about Emily
Finally, Emily now has a blog of her very own. It’s called the Butterfly Blog but there is nothing to see on it just yet. If you think updates on the Bathtime Blog were fleeting then you’ll have to be very patient for updates on Emily’s view of life – Mummy has taken responsibility for helping her write it. I forgot to mention that Emily recently celebrated her 1st birthday.
Bye Arnold
Finally, I am sorry to announce that daddy’s beloved cocker spaniel Arnold has died at the grand old age of 14 and 3/4 – he was never quite the same once Nanny died last year. As much as we’ll miss taking him out for walks, none of us will miss the smell (wet dog might be great for Mike Wosalski but not for me).
Here’s a picture of Arnold a few years ago. Believe it or not that’s me looking less than happy to be strung up on the door frame. Thanks Mum.
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