As I write my faithful hound lies in a deep coma like sleep next to me snoring his head off. It is no wonder as curiosity got the better of me this morning and I persuaded my neighbour to walk to East Preston as I wanted to check out a house that was featured in a housey magazine and I believed it to be by the Yacht Club.
It wasn’t – not unless they have bought some old nylon nets to disguise all their French chic interiors…..however our efforts were somewhat rewarded by a very pleasing piece of old wood and a splash of Farrow & Ball……… ( am so easily pleased)
My Crocs gave me a blister and Sam’s glittery flip flops caused minor damage so on our way home she went sans footwear.
We stumbled across a pair of bees making love…..we decided this act of procreation was worthy of a photo but Harry had other ideas and stood on them so it was bee coitus interuptous – this was the only photo I managed to get.