We stayed in England longer than anticipated, but now the ferry is booked and we will set sail on our journey back to Spain on Saturday. We've frequented a good deal of country estates, here we are at Wollaton Park in Nottingham, exterior shots of which were used for Bruce Wayne's mansion in the Batman films. The dogs have enjoyed sharing a lead, which is good for the big Pup because she hates to be on a lead and allowing them to trot along like this fools her into thinking she is roaming free. It's also good for me as the little one always has to be on a lead as, even at the age of 17, she is likely to chase a squirrel to infinity and beyond without so much as a glance over her shoulder at those who have loved her for the past 16 years. As the Pup is keen to walk near us, there's no chance of Rufus dashing off attached to the slightly lame dead weight walking haystack. I do worry, however, that they could floor some of the older National Trust members, rather like Legolas in Lord of the Rings with those elephant creatures. Anyway, no casualties thus far, in fact, they are quite a spectacle and have been much photographed.
Rufus has always lived for food and is in that enviable position of never putting any weight on. In fact, I refer to her as The Hackled Carcass (hackled as she raises her hackles as soon as another dog comes up to her and wants to play - in former times she was more demonstrative to others of her ilk).
Both being fit as fiddles, there is a further trip planned to Sicily over the winter. Will they climb Mount Eta and add a volcano to their bucket list? Watch this space!