Friends, Collies, fell walking dogs.
I mentioned mountains, didn’t I?
Well, that’s all I’ve been hearing about. “Mountains coming soon”. I’ve been so excited but… dear, oh dear, there’s been a massive misunderstanding; WOW, WOW, WOW. My mountains are of food and have names you can roll a slavering tongue around like: kibble and sausage and Pedigree. Theirs have names I couldn’t even begin to bark at like: Dolly Waggon Pike and Helvellyn and Catstye Cam. ANY mention of CATS – with or without Cams – makes my hackles rise.
But, I needn’t have worried. We have an epiphany called Wainwrights.
Now, with a meeting of minds, let the new life begin.
But not before bed!
Love Ben xx