July was a quiet month. With The Man catching COVID-19 and then heading down to Maidstone (or Maidinstone, as the Woman called it, much to the confusion of her friends) for a Rock Festival, I didn't get to go on as many trips.
We spent a weekend at the cabin.
The sun came out, and so did the decking furniture cushions. I made myself at home.
The Man took me for a walk at Barshaw Park, but nothing exciting happened. He refused to take me to Wheatley's Cafe.
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| Where is everyone? |
We ended the month with a sunny trip to Prestwick Beach. The sands were not as nice as those at Cruden Bay, but at least they were warmer.
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| That's only water! Where's my ice cream? |
This was followed by ice cream at Mancinis and lunch at Bramleys...for the humans.
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| It's so unfair. |
I'm told next month will be more exciting.
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