The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
In many ways I prefer the cliffs on a day like today. The wind and rain are refreshing and you don't get Sunday walkers. The only people out are equally loony souls who grin and inevitably say, 'Lovely weather.'
However I must remember not to wear knickers that fall down. Today mine ended up dangling round the tops of my thighs with only my trousers stopping them slipping down entirely.