Frankly the best bit of yesterday was watching Josh, my 14 year old nephew, wolfing down oysters. I don't think that would have been on the cards if he was still living in Southampton. Poppy my niece couldn't be tempted by anything spookier than a prawn. I'm disowning her.

It's a day for wildlife. Each morning I cycle in the vineyards with the dogs. I have attachments on my bike to which the dogs are harnessed, so that I can keep both hands on the handlebars. This morning at 7am I decided to take a slightly different route with them, and whilst cycling along quite merrily we came upon a good number of chickens. Flynn the Husky's seen off two of our hens, so I was very wary. Whilst trying to cycle on through and discourage Flynn from taking up the chase I realised I could hear a plaintive bleating. I looked round to find a tiny lamb hacking along behind us as though we were his long-lost family. And behind him was his mother looking like we were lunch. Suffice it to say that a momentous tussle and a great deal of swearing saw Kit the Labradorable and Flynn and I on our way again leaving all the wildlife behind us. A different route tomorrow eh?
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