Long time, no blog ... far, far too long.

Parlez vous Francais?

Littlest and French friend.

Long time, no blog ... far too long. Too busy with other things - other writing, other distractions.

However – while other distractions have not all gone – check out My Name is Luca on Jottify, a new story, now hurtling towards a conclusion ... which conclusion? – not totally decided yet; might try out a couple and see what the lovely jottifying community think - I now have a bit of time to resurrect Walking The Dog.

Anyway, enough of that – as you have probably gathered, we are back en France, en vacances, a bit too far north for sunny weather, but just far enough, and not too far south to have succeeded in driving-awake after the normal frantic packing exploits of Sunday and the normal far too late collapsing into bed.How I hate packing! But that is probably a subject for a separate blog.

Time to catch up on all things Walking The Dog – what have Littlest, Four-legged-friend and the rest of the family been up to? Quite a lot actually –

Jubileeing - mmm! ... any excuse for pudding.

Hide and seeking

Walking - when rain not torrential. 

Footpath?!

Who needs footpaths?

Resting

Racing

Littlest “a bit fed up always being eighth” – probably something to do with having the shortest legs in her year.

Learning something new

A ukelele called Layla.

The return of the fruit thief - strawberry season first

And finally resting ... yet again! A dog's life is a tiring one.

All caught up, more or less - all the above, plus boy's left school, long-legged-girl is back from Uni, boy and sister have sung in their first opera and ... we're on holiday. Almost all of us. Boy looking after Four-legged-friend looking after boy.

Right - can get on with the proper business of writing a blog now. 'Mid-life Crisis' next ...