This is so much more fun than just having to sit there watching Gail reading a book.
We're travelling back up to Aberdeen, after a week down in Nottingham with Gail's Mum and Dad. (And yes
Stella, that is where the Nottingham Forest footballers come from. And Robin Hood too, of course. And yes
Max, you're dead right about Grannies being a soft touch when it comes to food treats! )
Well we saw neither footballers nor outlaws, but we did go on lots of interesting walks.
Some times I was being chased.
And some times it was me doing the chasing. I can't believe I was being out-paced by Gail's eighty seven year old Dad. Well I suppose he doesn't have to stop and sniff so many things...
The weather was much much much hotter than Aberdeen, so it was kind of Gail to find me a nice cool stream when we went out for a walk in the Peak District.
Back on the train, can you tell whose blog we're looking at? (Hint - a famous New Yorker?)