Posted by: breascletemick | 2 January 2010

Sunset.

Sunset at 1600 hours on 02/01/10

Stunning

Will someone remind me why we live here again. Sunset over Loch Roag.

Posted by: breascletemick | 25 December 2009

Christmas Eve.

Christmas eve morning just after sun rise I had to get the camera out.

what a morning

Merry Christmas.

Posted by: breascletemick | 10 December 2009

Winter is here!!!

And we're not moving till June!!!

Misty and Jack are set for the winter… that’s if they stop ripping off the wallpaper, or they might be in the garden untill June. We want to say”hello” to Taddoe because dad’s been rude and not replied to her last post so we will say sorry for his bad manners.

Posted by: breascletemick | 29 November 2009

Winter is here!!!!

It's going to get cold!!

With more to come!

Posted by: breascletemick | 19 October 2009

Island Blogging.

I have watched with keen interest the Island Blogging website after I made a comment about the lack of posts, I was told it was because it was summer and every one was on hols I now see it is about 48 hours between posts and the same few posting,I wonder what the reasons might be this time? perhaps too many people were evicted!

Posted by: breascletemick | 27 September 2009

I’m gonna avit!!

DSC00821Poor Benje.DSC00823

What fun this is.

Posted by: breascletemick | 10 September 2009

HELLO ALL.

We have taken over this house, please give us names and stop that Benjie from washing us.DSC00799DSC00797

we like to climb up dads legs he likes it as well we like the blood that runs down, we like chasing Benjie’s tail. bye for now be back soon.

Posted by: breascletemick | 26 July 2009

I’ll pretend to be asleep!!

DSC00766He can’t tell me off now surely, can he?

Posted by: breascletemick | 26 July 2009

Do you think Dad will miss his sock?

DSC00770I took this off the clothes line aint I cleaver?

Posted by: breascletemick | 16 July 2009

That sand gets everywhere!

Mum have I got sand in my gob?

Mum have I got sand in my gob?

I’m sure it’s not only in me gob, it’s got in places it shouldn’t. Mummy will you take me home and bath me then towel me dry and point that hot blowy thing at me.  I like that thing its nice. Then tuck me up in bed ’cause I’m knackered. Love Benjie.

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