Spring has definately sprung in my front garden.

The back garden is a bit slower, although the first frogspawn for a couple of years has hatched and Mr.blackbird is singing his heart out, competing with madly chattering sparrows flitting around the head.

 

 OMD it's been a year since She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed has let me tell yous all about my adventures, and there have been quite a few. we has been mantrailing to lots of xiting places..too many to tell you about now, but today the sun was smiling and we went on a walkie across the fields to St. Dogmaels where they does have market stalls by the old Abbey ruins.

We started off along the river, there were swans swimming in front of the old bridge.

We went along the bridlepath with puritty flowers.

And across a field with silly sheeps in. I woz very good and ignored them. They does be silly things.

We came out of the fields into a puritty little lane which led down to the Abbey and market

There does be ducks on the millpond.

This does be the stall of our favrit potter man. She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed has a few of his pots that she does use evry day.

We went in the abbey grounds, the Abbey is all broken down, I jumped on some of the brken walls and She Who Thinks She Must Be Obeyed had a drinkee coffee from her flask.

Then we started for home, but we went a diffrent way back and took the wrong path, but it woz a puritty path so we didn't mind.

we stopped by the stream 

for drinkees

When we got back to the river this funny boat woz doing sumfing but we don't know what it woz doing.

And we saw these feathered frens

Goodbye feathered frens, we going home for our noms now.

(This should have gone to my other blog Rogan The GSD. Oh the wonders of modern technology)