It is sooooooo good to be home again. Got in yesterday evening around 7.30 and Sunny was there waiting for us by the door (he’s such a dog!). So Nog & I made a huge fuss over him, gave him snibbles galore, a paté treat and waited for Azar to stop sulking and come out from under the bed. Nothing doing. So eventually I had to go into my bedroom, lie on the bed and pretend I was going to sleep. And sure enough, Azar jumped up and came over for his “good night cuddle”. But what he got instead was a full-body snibble and rubdown, then Nog gave him a brushing and then they both got a snackerel of malt (they love that stuff) … and I think we have finally been forgiven.
What’s this got to do with that photo up there? Well, that is a village on the Cádiz coast called Zahara de los Atunes and it looks like I might be going on another holiday …




