Caravans Dogs and Mini Golf

What links caravans, large dogs, and Mini-Golf? This blog dummy! Actually, I would have accepted incompatibility with a rainy climate - but hey if every rain-shy activity were off limits to the British we'd be left with drinking and darts and we've all seen what that can lead to....



So lets not dwell on the weather (just see the pic of the day for a taste) let me invite you to share the view of British summer I have had this week via the prism of my familial visitations.

Mother likes caravans. Don't ask me why (its something to do with the ingenious storage solutions I think) so much so she has two．　Ｅａｒｌｉｅｒ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｗｅｅｋ　ｓｈｅ　ｓｈｏｗｅｄ　ｍｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｍａｌｌｅｒ　ｏｎｅ　ｗｈｉｃｈ　Ｉ　ｆａｌｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｐｈｏｔｏｇｒａｐｈ　－　ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｙ　ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ　Ｉ was too busy trying to avoid hyperthermia in the windy caravan parking area in North Wales by shivering and jigging up and down like some kind of caravaning ice addict. Suffice it to say that caravans have come on a lot in the 30 years since I last spent a week in a tinfoil chariot sheltering from the summer in a cow field in Cornwall - they even have satelite TV in case you get bored with the sunshine outside - ahem.

Father likes big dogs. Deerhounds actually which have the benefit of being almost impossible to walk, massively hairy and partial to the odd sheep. Ideal you might think for breeding in Wales - well spotted because that's exactly what he's done．　Ｈｅｙ　Ｉ　ｌｉｋｅ　ａ　ｂｉｇ　ｓｈａｇｇｙ　ｄｏｇ　ａｓ　ｍｕｃｈ　ａｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｎｅｘｔ　ｃｒｕｆｔｓ　ｎｕｔ　ｂｕｔ　ｔｈｅｓｅ　ｂａｂｉｅｓ　ａｒｅ　ｅｎｏｒｍｏｕｓ．．

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