Saturday, 22 October 2016

Dressed to thrill

After much patient hanging around,
the Madwoman finally got herself organised
and we headed off for a walk.
We helpfully provided instructions along the way,
and occasionally enquired whether we were there yet.

When we did arrive (at Chiltern Open Air Museum - where else on a
sunny Saturday morning? Or on a wet one, come to that)
we found the giant pumpkin was still there, although it appeared to have
magically moved itself off the pumpkin patch.
We felt right at home mingling with it, since - as the more observant
among you may have spotted - we have donned our
special Halloween collars.  

Monday, 17 October 2016

Catching up

We were going to blog yesterday, we really were.
Unfortunately, after a stroll around Chiltern Open Air Museum, 
we were overtaken by indolence ...
But here's what we saw there as we caught up on all
the happenings that had been happening since Angel was ill.
 Thatching has started at Leagrave Cottages.
We are looking forward to seeing a straw whippet running
along the top when it is completed.
We did a quick Health & Safety check and were pleased to see
that someone has thoughtfully placed  padding round the scaffolding
at whippet head height.
And then we looked at the giant pumpkin, and entered the competition
to guess how much it weighed.
We reckoned about two and a half wippitt-weight.
Unfortunately guesses had to be in metric so we made
the Madwoman sit down in the wet grass and remove her boots and socks
so she could do the calculations on fingers and toes, and convert that into kilos. 

As we seem to be playing catch-up, here is a pic of when Angel was poorly,
with Archie acting as Head Nurse and assistant Worrier.
(The Madwoman was the Head Worrier and Wielder of the Thermometer)

And here is Angel with the card kindly sent by Penny Dolan ...

Tomorrow it is Angel's 11th birthday, and we have been promised a special
elevenses for her elevenses.

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Back soon!

We are planning our blogging come back - Angel has been very poorly and is now convalescing, so blogging hasn't been uppermost on our minds recently. We both have birthdays coming up - Angel next week and Archie the week after, so need to concentrate on being up to full strength for that. Our Madwoman thinks we don't know about the presents she has 'hidden' on top of the fridge. Ha! Not much gets past us ...

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 ...