SUFFOLK SUMMER HOLIDAY

Hi doggies. Phew. Needed to sit down and give my paws a bit of a rest. All the walking I did last week wore them out. Been on holiday for a few days and took the 2 leggededs with me. Let me confide in you bout the two leggededs. They have come on well. Were very obedient for most of the time. Devoted their time to me. Took me for special long walks. Let me sleep in their bedroom in my crate! Tons of Treats! Ice Cream! Even allowed on the big bed for a snooze every morning for the FIRST time ever! Yep, I'm a smug pug. I've taught them well. So far.

Went to Suffolk. Chocolate Box Beautiful. I'll describe where it is for you. Look at the map. Bottom of my island. Suffolk's up a bit to the right in the jutty out round bit of England.See where? Bout 120 miles from London. And a million miles from reality the two leggededs said. Flat mainly. With a bit of sea round one edge. And Pink. A Preponderance of Pink. A Profusion of Pink. (can you tell I took my Ogilvie's Dictionary for snoozy bedtime reading? ) Tiny hamlets with cute country cottages tucked away down wobbly winding lanes. Stayed in this quaint village called Kersey.

Has a stream that runs runs right across the road. It's a called "The Splash". Like a old fashioned water park I guess.

Thatched Suffolk Pink Cottages. Famous for it. Thatching. The apprenticeship can take up to 7 years. Hooman ones. That's a lot of dog snoozies. When a new thatch is needed it's laid over the old one so houses with very thick roofs are older ones. Pretty as a picture eh? Improved by me being in the picture.



Way back, they used whatever materials were knocking around for building. Timber and clay for walls and reeds or straw for thatching. They whacked up timber frames, infilled with a latticework of wood, called "Wattle", then slapped on a clay mixture, called "Daub". Wattle and Daub. They mixed the Daub with Ox Blood or Sloe berries to make it pink. Sigh. On reflection I should of licked a wall or two. Licking lovely. Missed a tasty treat.



We seemed to spend most evenings in this big water bowl. Doglightful. The waitress fed me treat after treat once I showed her a trick or too. And it wasn't even Halloween!!!

The village had special footpaths through farmers fields. Fantastic for exploring. . .



and meeting new friends. How Now Brown Cow?

Ditches to be discovered.



Fields pawfect for running. I was flying! Free as a bird.



The Poppies growing at the side of the wheat field waved their petal heads in surprise when I flew past. We went everywhere. Out and about all the time. Took a trip to the seaside. . .



here's a windswept me. Standing on the very edge of Suffolk around the sea.



Wigged my wag on this wild Heath. Filled with pokey purple heathers.



Contemplated the view. Which way to wander next?

Sniffed out a pawticularly picturesque village. Lavenham. Stuffed full of Medieval half timbered houses. Built dog knows when. Kidding. Do know really. A mind-a-boggling 750 years ago! MMMMmmmmany an Ancient aroma. Once a prosperous wool trading town so the houses are special, it's one of the best preserved examples of a medieval town. There are an amazing 320 medieval listed timber framed buildings in Lavenham. Fancy that!!! Well blow me down!!!!!



Think these houses might of been blown down then put back up again? Look at the state of them. Shocking. Not even built straight. Or is it me? Spending too much time in the water bowl?

Ain't this quaint? Sparkling diamond windows, herringbone laid bricks and look at the carving in the timbers.





Wobbly white houses. With their upper stories over sailing the ground.



And look at these lovely lavenders in Lavenham.



A foxy dog outside a yellow house. . .



. . . a yellow house with matching cars . . .



Houses higgedly piggedly, topsy turvy. Wibbling all over.



Then off to the countryside. Explored feathery fern paths stretching into the distance.



And take a good gander at this marvelous meadow. Bloggies. This is now a tale of woe. One minute I was legging it to the meadow and the next I was wet and wild. Not a meadow at all. A chameleon pond!!!! A green weed covered pond. I HATE water.When I was a pup I did the very same thing. Not at the same pond. But gave me the frighteners. I've never been in water since. Till now.

No photo's. Picture the scene. One of horror!!!!!! Me in the pond with my front legs caught up on the branches of a fallen and part sunken tree. Desperate to get free. Mommi hysterical!!!! Screaming! Crying! Begging me to come out!!!!! (duh, as if I wanted to stay in there) Daddi Square about to strip off to wade in and rescue me (ew please, a sight NOT for square eyes) Me struggling!!!!! Thought that was it. One last desperate tug finally got me free. Boy oh Boy. NEARLY ERIC DOG-GONE. Was covered in green weed from sniff to wag. Like a monster from the deep.



Here's me later. After we had all been treated for shock. And after I had shaken most of my green weed over the two leggeds. Hehehehehe!! Ok now. Tickety Boo. In the Pink as they say. One final Plentiful Pink Preponderance to tell you 'bout. Know what else Suffolk is famous for? This is the best pinkness for us doggies. Plump Pink Piggies!

After my ordeal plenty of these pinky treats came my way. Yum.Yum.Yum. Yep. When in Suffolk. Think Pink. Mmmmm... streaky bacon . . . sausages . . . ham . . .gammon . . . .