SNOW!

When we woke up this morning the world had turned white ...

Right, that's enough of the frolicking in the snow.

Let us in.

NOW.

 

We're a bit late posting again, due to the Madwoman hogging the computer again this week. But just in case you were wondering what we got up to last weekend, we went to the Chiltern Open Air Museum again, this time for their Traditional Chiltern Christmas. Victorians were warbling carols in the church, folk were strolling around sipping Wassail and Hippocras and we found sausage rolls for sale - except that the Madwoman wouldn't buy us one. Typical. We listened to someone playing a harp, and on the right, to Sian who works there, demonstrating a crumhorn. Bet you always wondered what a crumhorn was, didn't you? Well now you know. 

 

 

A party invitation!

We are very excited as we have been invited to a lunch.

The Madwoman says it is not a lunch but a launch but we think she is wrong as it says there will be sausage rolls, so it must be a lunch, yes?

Unless it is something to do with launching sausage rolls at us, which we would not complain about.

It is something to do with a book called Narrowdog to Wigan Pier which is being published soon: there are some humans involved but as in the previous two (Narrowdog to Carcasonne and Narrowdog to Indian River) the real stars are, of course, wippitts: Jim is joined in this next book by Jess.

Here they are (nice bandannas!) with their humans keeping to a respectful distance in the background, as befits mere co-stars.

And here they are again, showing that just like us, they are good at kipping too.

A life of action and adventure does after all need to be balanced with appropriate

periods of slothfulness.

And sausage rolls.

Find out more about Narrowdog to Wigan Pier at

narrowdog.com