A Sheep Gone Wrong

Arrived home after a shorter drive back than drive down, but still four and a half hours of concentrated driving.

These weekends are always a bit of an emotional roller coaster. We need time to recover. A good chat over a glass or two of wine helps.

Since J's Mum moved south 18 years ago we have travelled down every 6 - 8 weeks, and as she has a one bedroom flat we have got to know the local B&B's quite well. But not so well, as we have stuck with the ones we like.

For the last few years we have stayed in the same place. Lovely house, lovely room, lovely couple and family - and lovely dog. George is a curly haired retriever, and is immensely happy. He never barks, and is always wagging his tail and wanting his tummy tickled. Completely useless as a guard dog, but whatever is in his dog bowl - I think I need a bit !

His owners describe him as a sheep gone wrong. I know what they mean - he is a very odd looking dog. But a very good natured one.