If I see the B&Q in Nelson again, it will be too soon. Flamin’ Ada, I feel as if I’ve spent most of 2011 haunting aisle 5. I’ve lost count of the trips we’ve made – some fruitful, some ...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-all-goes-bit-pete-tong.html
Ooh, look what I found covered in dust…my blog…horribly forsaken because real life (don't you mean laziness? - Ed) got in the way! Well, I shall be a real cheapskate (consistent as ever) and ...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/12/blogging-ghost-of-christmas-past.html
Just a quick post to report on our day out at the Great Greyhound Extravaganza at Newmarket. The good news is that we didn't get thrown out, although Susie was doing her level best to excel in th...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-greyhound-extravaganza.html
Okay, so Skipton isn't strictly abroad but it's very much in my mind as the town - and especially its environs - made such a lasting impression on us. Now we're home, back at work, slaving over a...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/06/abroad-thoughts-from-home.html
So there we were, pootling along minding our own business, bemoaning the amount of traffic on the adjacent Keighley – Skipton road when what should we see but an A-board stood proudly on the...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-pays-to-advertise.html
I am writing this blog in the Ladies at Mumtaz. Yes, do read that again as it still won't make any sense. Let me explain. Mumtaz is a rather fab Indian (Kashmiri) restaurant in Clarence Dock. We ...
My life flashed in front of my eyes this evening: we had a C-A-T incident. At this point Sue and Richard of Indigo Dream are doing that ‘sharp intake of breath’ thing, knowing exactly wha...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-mention-c-word.html
Picture the scene. You’re having a nice chat with your boating neighbours, the dogs are off-lead having a quiet mooch about, the sun is just nudging the yard-arm, all is right with the world...
A hundred years ago, when I was a teenager doing mad double ring holiday hell cruises with my dad, I had one main responsibility – plotting our course so meticulously that we’d always end ...
I think the Ouse should be rechristened the Ooze. I took one look at it today, a brown muddy torrent with slimy banks looking about as inviting as a French pissoir. Okay, I probably wasn’t s...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-quiet-on-northern-front.html
We have something severely hampering our choice of moorings. It’s called Arthur. I’m afraid the old boy is so aged and wonky these days that we’re having to find spots that have ‘doggy...
Well, I’m amazed that we’ve got anywhere to be honest. I’m tapping this post out moored just below the Double Locks by the entrance to the Dewsbury Town Arm so the Great Trip has begun �...
Hurrah! Panic over. A stash of old abandoned pants has been recovered from the back of the chest of drawers. Okay, so they are emblazoned with various legends (I suspect 'I'm luscious' contravene...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/05/mafeking-is-relieved.html
You couldn't make this up...the washing machine has malfunctioned and shredded my pants. There is total devastation in the drum. Gussets have become wedged in the workings. I am reduced to wearin...
It’s a disaster. We’re into the early hours of Thursday morning and my ‘washed knickers’ count is at zero. Ditto washed boxers. In fact, the only things that are washed are the dogs, a...
I am composing this post with a tear in my eye, reader. No, my mother has not confirmed a six month booking at the Daughter Hotel (5*, dinner, bed and breakfast, pants washed for a small consi...
Well, the first big cruise of the year kicks off next weekend and I have been busy prioritising my preparations: Buy new Nespresso machine to replace the one that gave up in a funk over winter ...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/04/seven-days-and-counting.html
Okay, people, you know that very excellent bumper sticker ‘A dog is for life, not just for Christmas’? Well, I’ve got my own variation ‘A mother is just for Christmas, not for life’. So...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-mother-makes-eight.html
We were a little apprehensive as we approached Annecy as we’d never actually used a French campsite before. And being very British we were a bit worried about..er, you know…the ‘facilities...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/04/french-fancy-part-3.html
It’s amazing the old cack we keep in our brains isn’t it? And the odd way synapses fire to link the preposterous? I mean, how else do you explain me sitting in Salterhebble bottom lock and...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/04/doughnut-connection.html
So where were we? Oh yes, tired, a little tetchy and the Thetford cassette giving us its ‘Closed for business’ orange light. Nothing for it but to venture out into the penumbral gloom and ...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/04/french-fancy-part-2.html
Now autumn is usually a time we earmark for a couple of weeks’ cruising so what happened to keep us in absentia last year? Well, we got, not exactly a better offer but certainly an offer we w...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/04/french-fancy-part-1.html
Going off air last Easter meant that I was unable to share with you the highlights of our three week relocation from Nantwich to Sowerby Bridge. Of course, the original plan had never been to st...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/04/down-memory-lane.html
Okay, okay, so 11 months between entries is a bit poor I’ll admit…and worse, I don’t even have a very good excuse. Or any excuse for that matter, save laziness. If I were to scratch abou...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-there-anyone-there.html
I haven’t died…but I have been suffering from Nam Pla asphyxia, which has curbed my enthusiasm for blogging. Yes, I know, how can you be suffocated by a cooking ingredient but that Thai fish ...
http://dogsontour.blogspot.com/2009/05/smothered-in-fish-sauce.html