My parents went home today. They’d come down, spent three nights with us while we were in total chaos and very stressed. I feel bad because they came to see us and ended up seeing a lot of our bums as we had our heads in the cupboards!

Anyway, we’ve spent today sorting out the kitchen, putting things in their new homes and generally tidying up, which is wonderful, although it would have been more wonderful if we’d achieved it four days ago. Still, it was not to be.

Tonight we decided to blow the cobwebs away and go up on top of the hill for sunset. DM has (in case you’ve not noticed) got a new second-hand camera and has been desperate to play with it since it arrived with my folks on Monday.

This shot was a grab shot of my two favourite men on top of the hill. How many more times we’ll be able to get Archie up there is now open to debate. The poor sausage, although willing, is not very able, especially on hills. Still, we got him there with a bit of cautious shoving when he ran out of steam.

It’s such a shame because he never seems happier than when he can survey his kingdom and sniff the air.

Shortly after this shot was taken, he found himself falling down the hill and unable to right himself. I had to rush up a near-vertical bank and cradle him in my arms before shoving him back to his feet on a flat bit. He’s not at all happy with being “helped” so as I shoved, he showed his teeth. I’d rather that than have to scrape him up from the rocks below. Poor chap, getting old, senile and losing his agility is a bit undignified.