Boxing Day Walkies

One of Archie's Christmas toys lasted all of two minutes. But I sewed it up today, as it cost £2.99. No - it's a good one with a hilarious squeak. I quite like squeaky toys - then I know where he is and what he's doing. If I don't see/hear him, I KNOW he's behind the sofa, chewing quietly on some illicit item.

We had a lovely day yesterday, a fabulous meal (Aunt Bessie's roast potatoes are the BEST!) and general over-indulgence. We did have the full traditional roast meal, not just roast potatoes! But brussel sprouts were voted off the menu this year, as I'm the only one who likes them. Archie and I walked home with Uncle A after Mrs Windsor had said her piece.

We had vaguely intended going out for a morning walk in the Park, but the day didn't brighten up till the afternoon, and by that time nobody could be bothered. Sorry Archie.

Today we went up Blackford Hill - along with every man and his dog! The place was mobbed. It was a fantastic day - calm, misty, not at all cold, although the ground was still frosty. He had several races around with a super fast Bedlington terrier, and then a wee Jack Russell called Oscar. Archie was pleased to see that Oscar also had a coat on (with a jumper under it) so he didn't feel too embarrassed to be seen in his new coat.

Arthur's Seat was just in view, but before our eyes, it disappeared in the mist. I wish we'd gone up half an hour earlier, but it's very hard to get moving on Boxing Day...

Archie is down there somewhere, in a very smart red coat (with a fur collar).