Last night, young Frank followed me to the pub, its not far, maybe 200 yards. Now normally he would potter off home once seeing me off inside safely.
However last night he was insistent that he too wished to come in. He spent the first half hour embarrasing me by mieowing at the door like some sort of deranged animal. He was so loud that everyone in the pub could hear him shouting. In the end the landlady said I should let him in, so in he came and sat next to me while I finished my pint. We then trotted home together. Bless him, Frank the pub cat.
While I am here I would also like to mention my secret magic place I have found in the village. It is up a beck and no one goes there, especially not tourists as it is not a footpath and some what of a hairy climb in places to get to it, but as I rounded the corner I found this opening and I could picture myself lying here in the summer, next to the river (which is, as you will see some what a dry river in this picture), but I shall come here and watch the wildlife and read my books. On my walk up I saw a Kestrel tormenting a Tawny Owl, I saw Lapwings and lots and lots of Rabbits.
6 comments:
Oh, oh, what a perfect spot you found! This, and a cat-friendly pub - what more could you want in the locality?
Awww Badger, what a perfect spot for photos and reading and being away. How different from far away Guildford.
And as for Frank, how cool is that! If Dr Dolittle went to the pub, he'd be envious.
At the pub? At his age?
Has he found a favourite tipple? I always saw Frank as the gassy lager type...
Every one needs a secret place to go
Wow. You must take your camera next time to get a picture of Frank in the bar!
I do love this photo.
I keep popping back here in the hope that you'll post more, even if they do make me homesick.
(I followed the Signs here, BTW)
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