Family stuff.
Kamu 20 May 2012 – 6 May 2026 Run free big dog, and chase those eternal squirrels to your heart’s content. The time came when going on had lost its meaning and was just too hard. The ravages of the years on mind and body made the decision inevitable, but no less difficult or painful […]
The last update was in 2010, so an awful lot’s changed in life, and hosting, since then. Hence here we are, creating a new Doglet Diaries from the start, partly because the old one seems to have got a bit broken in the meantime. Holy Moly. It’s 2010, I’m married and have a child; who’s
This is the start of a new chapter in the Doglet Diaries. Quite unexpectedly, the family is moving to the other side of the planet, from where we’ve called home till now, to set up anew.
A first for me today with Marcail producing recognisable representations of people complete with eyes, nose, mouth and hair in one and an ear in the other. Another little milestone.
Man do puppies grow fast! Kamu seems to be bigger every morning. He’s getting much fluffier too and Marcail and he are becoming the best of friends.
Walked round the coast to the Padstow ferry today. The land is part of the National Trust estate and just beautiful. The beach at Damar (?) has gently sloping golden sand and is sheltered from the main waves. That’s tomorrow’s prime objective.
Went to the Eden Project today. Absolutely superb for kids and their big kid chauffeurs alike. It’s so nice to go somewhere that, yes, is s business running to make a living, but which feels like it is backed with integrity. The cafeteria was reasonably priced for value and the food was excellent. Prepared in-house,
Anything but in fact. I can see why it’s been so popular with everyone from Roman emperors to the modern day elite. The jet boat crossing wasn’t the warmest or driest, and some people seemed to cope with the climatic conditions better than others! Once we got there though the weather picked up, in fact
Once we saw this place on the map we just had to know more, and had to go. It’s a beautiful narrow inlet at the base of a steep, steep, headland on the south coast of the Amalfi peninsula. The headline is there are 600+ steps down into it, and of course, back up when
We’re only 2½ years late, that’s not bad is it? I mean it’s nothing in defence contract or major public infrastructure circles. Nor, come to think of it, is it much longer than you wait for the average GP appointment… But, today was the day for Marcail’s FIRST SWIM. The three of us went up