Saturday, 24 September 2016


You know the way people have lists at John Lewis and places like that
for wedding and baby shower gifts and stuff like that?
Well, we thought that maybe we could do something similar for our birthdays
(coming up in October in case you weren't sure)
We shall instruct the Madwoman to set up a list
for us at once with the local butcher.
In the meantime, Archie has been practising hard for when
he becomes a tearaway teenager.

Monday, 19 September 2016

The Shape of Things to Come ...

So today, in lieu of zoomies at the paddocks (see yesterday's post) we did leash walking ... not as exciting or fulfilling as zoomies or vole watching, but lots of new sniffs to sniff ...
The Madwoman cleverly found a field full of pregnant sheep - meaning that there was a big sign posted on the gate leading into it asking people to please keep their dogs on leads. Hurrah we thought!
A nice safe place for us to do our sniffs as any other dogs we meet will be safely contained on leads. We really should have known better. We'd only gone a dozen yards when racing towards us came two very-off-leash terriers.
We removed ourselves to the church in Missenden instead.
Roald Dahl was buried there.
Apparently he was a Famous Writer, although the Madwoman only has one of his books, and that only because it was given to her as a school prize back in the Dark Ages.
Either he is not as Famous as we have been told,
or the Madwoman is an ill-read Pit of Ignorance.
You decide.

This is the church. It has a lovely woodland cemetery area.
And this, presumably is where they do the cremations.

Sunday, 18 September 2016

A sad week


It's been an odd sort of week.
The secure paddocks which the Madwoman hires for us to use four times a week.
have been sold, so we had our last zoomies there on Friday. It was wet enough for raincoats, but we made the most of it.
We've been lucky enough to have the use of them for ten years,
and have had lots of fun there, but we shall miss them. 
There was another farewell this week too,
as Angel's sister Grace-in-America went to Rainbow Bridge.
This is the candle we lit for her. 
The Madwoman decided we needed some cheering up so we
went to Chiltern Open Air Museum yesterday.
We ate blackberries ...
Then we stared reprovingly at the goats, who we suspect of
eating lots of the blackberries ...
And then we came home for a snooze.
It will be our birthdays soon, so we multi-tasked while napping,
thinking of presents to put on our wish-lists ...
We're thinking that this year, a new paddock will be at the top.
Although sucking pig will come a close second.

Saturday, 10 September 2016

On location

It was like something out of the X-Files ...
mysterious super-bright lights shining through the trees at Chiltern Open Air Museum ...
Bravely we tiptoed closer ...
... and then an eerie mist started to seep through the undergrowth ...
Well, if Mulder and Scully needed rescuing,
obviously we were the wippitts to do it ...
As we inched cautiously forward, we found it wasn't aliens at all.
No, it was Horrible Histories back filming for a seventh series.
Ah, we remember the halcyon days when they filmed the first one,
and all the actors were a bunch of unknowns who gathered round on the village green
to stroke us, exclaim over the softness of our ears and
exchange wippitt anecdotes ...
 ... we hear they have now broken into films.
Or possibly broken some films.
(We are wippitts, not movie buffs.)
Here is a behind the scenes shot of the atmospheric smoke being made.
It smelled really horrible, so we didn't hang around.
Besides, someone had just said 'Turn over' which we believe is the new-fangled
and rather boring way of shouting "Lights! Camera! Action!"

Saturday, 3 September 2016

First of the season

Today we found our first shiny conker of the autumn.
(Never stand under conker trees when it's a bit blowy)  
We have also been enjoying the first blackberries.
We're rather partial to them, and like to pick our own.
We have been keeping a careful eye on the ones growing
at Chiltern Open Air Museum, and could swear there weren't as many
around today as there were on Tuesday.
Now, it's not that we're pointing noses at anyone, but we suspect
that certain goats have not only been eating their own fill of them,
but everyone else's too ...

Saturday, 27 August 2016

A bit of glam

Who says muzzles can't be fashion accessories?
Although we think the Madwoman has gone a bit OTT in stocking
up on them ... we can only wear one at a time.

Although she really ought to check she has done the stiff new buckle
up properly. We'd gone miles before she noticed that
Angel had discreetly shed hers.
Although being bright pink, it wasn't hard to spot when
we were dragged back to look for it. 

Yeah, that one's mine ...

Saturday, 20 August 2016

Almost ....

Everywhere we looked today at Chiltern Open Air Museum,
there were Vikings.
We were glad to spot some fellow whippets in the trader's tent ... 
And even gladder to see so many likely-looking breakfast fires ...
Unfortunately they all seemed to be cooking porridge.
While we are rather partial to porridge,
we are even more partial to sucking pig.
As usual, there was a distinct lack of it ...
Until ....
OK, so it wasn't sucking pig, it was a piece of gammon,
but it's the closest we've got so far.
Sadly, it wasn't yet cooked ...


Monday, 15 August 2016

Olympic fever

The Madwoman seems to have got Olympic fever.
Every afternoon she has been glued to the TV, watching
various horses prancing around, leaping fences and generally
cavorting around. She claims it is essential viewing, vital to her work.
We reckon it's just a good excuse to loll around on the sofa with a cuppa,
studiously ignoring the lawn that needs mowing ....
In the meantime, unlike the Madwoman, we have been
training hard for our own Olympic sporting speciality,
Synchronized Snoozing. 
Here's a taster of what you can expect as soon as it is
officially recognized by the IOC:

The Warm Up

Easing into the routine ...

Perfect timing and excellent proprioception is essential ...
The Big Finish

Sunday, 7 August 2016

Reaching new highs and lows

As you will see, unbelievably, the Madwoman's powers of
photography have reached an all time new low this week ...
scaling the heights of dreadfulness, as it were.
You may just be able to spot the teeny tiny soldiers of
the 95th ... yes, if you get out your magnifying glass, you will
be able to admire Sharpe's Rifles parading at Chiltern Open Air Museum.
Yes, that's them again.
Those dark shadows in the dark shadows ....
On yer 'ead!
This is how, by the power of photograpy,
you juggle teeny tiny camp followers.

Saturday, 30 July 2016


We're happy to report that progress on the new building at
Chiltern Open Air Museum is going well...

It is of course, a Romano-British shrine to Whippets.
Any resemblance to a 1920's garage is purely coincidental.

We are looking forward to receiving lots of votive offerings
in the shape of roast turkey, sucking pig and gravy bones as soon as it is completed.