Douglas Diary Summer Holidays 2018
Lonely in Milton Keynes
Another beautiful day, just like the summer used to be when I was young. I had a bit of a lie in as I think I am starting to feel my age (retirement age for humans) and I have been doing an awful lot of walking these past few days. Unusually, it was my bearded one that came and woke me ( he didn’t stick his tongue in my ear) but he was obviously anxious for his walk and so I got myself ready and off we went for another exploration of this lovely big park. Just to remind you, I am still moored at Campbell Park right in the centre of Milton Keynes but there is no indication that there is a town anywhere near. I met a lovely young lady called Poppy and we had a paddle together in the lake she comes from the Spandoodle tribe (hmmm I think this is a bit of a mixture – perhaps not quite as mixed up as me though) and she is a bit young for me but we had a bit of a fun around anyway.
Today I have to say goodbye to my long haired one, she is leaving us to visit her daughter Victoria for the weekend. We all walked into town. We had a snack (well they did) at Costalot Coffee but we did not stay long as they were forced to sit with the smokers because of me so they said. Then we went to a bus stop to see her off (a bus is a sort of mobile kennel shared with lots of people) that was to take her to a train (this is similar but longer and runs on rails) which was to take her to another train (underground I believe) and then her daughter at Chingford.
We walked back to my own long kennel because my bearded one wanted to paint it some more to take advantage of the lovely dry weather. I of course was supervising until I got bored and fell asleep under a Bush on the lovely cool grass in the shade. See my picture today.
My bearded one did work hard all day, using signal red this time and then he decided he would move us back to Giffard Park. He said this was so that he could paint the other side of my kennel tomorrow (as we would moor on the opposite side next to The Giffard – pub’!) but I know painting is thirsty work. I was rather concerned when we left our mooring without my long haired one but then I remembered.
Love Douglas x