75

It is 75 years today since my Pirate was born. 

Here he is 26 years ago (five months before he died) enjoying the warmth provided by Bess the black Labrador during our visit to Scotland to get married. 

I have added an extra of Dad, enjoying a similar moment with Bess's predecessor, Judy.

It turns out I love a man who loves a dog... which is probably no surprise to anybody!

If the Pirate was still here, I have no doubt we would be living somewhere much more tropical than North Otago. 

And we would be celebrating today in one of two ways: on our own on a yacht on an isolated reef, snorkeling and fishing; or on shore enjoying a barbeque, mudbrick oven pizzas, drinks and music with special friends. Perhaps we would have done both over the weekend... 

I shall raise a cuppa to him later and thank him from the bottom of my heart for being - rather like I did for Dad yesterday.

The sun is shining and I'm itching to be out in the garden again. So that's it for today's Blip. 

Toodlepip :-)