The Beastly Beasts

Something was definitely going on, dad had put our food in the BeastBus, and that can only mean one thing - we're going somewhere. The question was, "Where?".
We set off and two hours later we were still going - this was a big trip.
We stopped at Cardiff for a wee, but as it was raining we didn't spend long there and we were soon back on our way - but to where? A couple of hours later we found out …
Wooooo-hoooo, it's my favourite place ever - Swallows Dance - and that means we're on holiday and that means walks in the fields, walks in the woods, walks on the beaches, and - my favourite bit - Pussy Patrol; watching the farm cats from the back gate and the bedroom window.

Monty

Me - glad to be on my hols

Aunty Carol and Uncle Trevor were there to meet us and Trevor grabbed Rosie as soon as she got out the BeastBus - I think he fancies her.

Checking out the bed

Rosie Checks out the bed

Once we got into Swallows Dance Rosie checked out the sleeping arrangements and I checked out the back gate and the bedroom to make sure my vantage points were still there - they are. If you visit Swallows Dance and want to watch the moggies you'll probably find, as I do, that the bedroom gives the best view, but the gate gets you closer; so you need to move between the two - quickly.

Me on Pussy Patrol

We got settled in and explored the garden then went for a walk down the fields to be followed by tea and a sleep. I wonder what we'll do tomorrow?

Kai