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Monday 16 November 2015

24Km - Devils Dyke to Upper Beeding, Nov 2015

After the tail of Hurricane Abigale and when the whole of Britain faces 10 days of storms as ex-hurricane Kate hits with 8 inches of rain and floods this weekend. We finked it would be a good idea to hike 24 km along the South Downs from the Devils Dyke to River Adur circular

Dog day afternoon.....................NOT!

The Devils Dyke pub sits majestically on the hill to the right (thats wot dad says)

We is only a couple of kilometers in to the walk and Brae is as dirty as a dirty fing - so we tied him to this post so the rain could wash him off.

We waited for Ken to fall over - but he didn't

We waited for anyone to fall over - but they didn't

This was a big hill that Brae did wun down. He wunned so quick that we couldn't take a picture of him.

Wilson did complain to his dad that me and Brae wouldn't play the "who has the biggest spot on their tung game" Lasky never played it before so he didn't know that Wilson cheats.

I is halfway up an hill - Brae is halfway down.

Me and Brae telled Lasky off for getting dirty.

Then me and Lasky telled Brae off for getting dirty - Brae was too busy watching someone eat a sarnie. (Brae goes deaf when there is food around)

It rained so hard that we stopped in a bus shelter fing while dad did have a pie.

This is the que for the figgy biskits.

Nathaniel did bring a washing line wiv him instead of waterproof trousers.

I finked you would like to see my bum.

It did get very windy on this hill so we had to squint to see anyfing

It did also get very rainy so we had to squint again

This is Ken and Lasky - they is as wet as a ........erm........Otter

This is the squeaky sign post at the Devils Dyke Pub

This is the squeaky sign in action.

We stopped at the pub where all the peeples did drink doom bar. We did our best to make the floor grubby by laying on it.

We is looking dirty and forlorn.

I is as cool as a cucumber, but Brae has got the wusk cos he has got to have a barf. He said we should hide under this towel so dad couldn't find us - he's a bit bonkers sometimes.

We did have a barf and slept like babies and when we gettid up we was clean and fluffy

I did gaze into the wind to show of my fluffy coat - Brae sniffed some wee

I fink Brae cleaned up rather well too

This is a map wiv colours on it

Monday 9 November 2015

Caterpillar Dudes

Are you Jealous yet

Me and Brae did sit in the gob of this big Caterpillar fing as we valiantly conquered its ass.

Brae is deliriously happy - and we is like a couple of kids.

Monday 19 October 2015

Holywell to Cow Gap

We did go and play at the bottom of the Beachy Head place at the sea

Me and Brae both agree.. this hill makes a rubbish slide

Brae finked we should get something slippery on our feet like a fish ............

I dunno where his head is at sometimes

Dad said that these must be the most idyllic football pitches in the country - just make sure you is not the stupid berk that kicks the ball over the edge.

There was 'Old Mans Beard' everywhere - so Me n Brae went looking for the old man who's beard it was.

I looked really, really hard, but I couldn't see nuffink that was interesting.

The sun shined on my luverly Mum.

I told Brae to pull mum over - just for a larf.

Brae did climb up this cliff and I wunned up to rescue him.

It was too hot so mum did take her coat off - I woz too hot so I wunned in the sea

Brae did sneek up to see if he could swipe the sarnies - but dad said NO!!

The sea woz nice on our feetsies

I did frighten Brae by tellin him there wuz an angry crab fing in the water - so he woz very carefull where he did put his feet. I did larf cos there wasnt a crab fing at all. Dad said I was childish -wotevver that means