Here I am keeping guard outside my holiday home. It was a cottage called Pencwnc near the village of Rhydlewis in Ceredigion. You didn't know I could speak Welsh, did you?
You can take the dog away from Gower but you can't stop him rescuing stones from the ocean. Where there is a stone to be rescued I am there!
They tried to get me to go further in this cave but I've read We're going on a bear hunt and I know what you find in deep dark caves.
If I'm looking a little weary here it's because they made me walk miles along a very windy coastal path to get to Llangrannog just so Lizzie could have an ice cream. And then we had to walk back!! I needed all the help I could get from St Caranog, that chap behind me with the staff.
'There's a church here somewhere,' Lizzie said, 'and it's supposed to be one of the oldest in Wales.' She had me scrambling through all sorts of bushes to find it.
I've saved my favourite photo till last. Here I am on the top of Mwnt, lord of all I survey. Bow me before me, minions!
Okay, perhaps this is my favourite photo. Nothing like relaxing in front of a log fire after a long day out.
3 comments:
He is having a good time.
I just can't understand, how you are doing all this walking and exploring, with shingles. I really can't. But good for you!
I was on holiday! It had to be done! And I don't feel too bad. Perhaps I have a mild attack.
Great photos of George and surroundings on your vacation! I particularly like the one where he is looking over the wall. George is quite the character, you just gotta love him!
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