Gavin's Hibernation

Well at this time of year in the UK it's damp, windy and cold. So there seems to be only on thing to do.... Hibernate.

My hibernation is going to be somewhat curtailed this year as I have a fight on my hands, I've just be diagnosed as having a large (Guinea Pig sized according to Boo) tumor in my chest that turns out to be Lymphoma... No, I didn't see that one coming either!

Over the past two weeks the most fantastic doctors have been collecting blood, x-raying and CT scanning to find out why I've been getting short of breath and why my physio has not been able to cure my aching shoulder. Last Tuesday they performed a Biopsy that should let them isolate which Lymphoma it is and what to do with it.... all I do is wait..... it like sitting at he start of a roller coaster and not knowing what the ride is going to be, but it's going to be one hell of a ride.... bring it on!

My physiology seems to be slightly superhuman which should help. Even with the Guinea-pig residing in my left lung, I have currently have the lung capacity of a normal male of my age!! If this is what it is like to be normal, I'll take abnormal!! So I'm basically fit and well and sill riding most days, Bea is just getting better and better, if only someone could do something about the weather!

A sunny day in December

Post walkie pawkies at Silchester

Puppy reunion

On a stormy Sunday we managed to get Rosie, Bonnie, Hudson & Dusty together for a puppy party. So good to see them together again.

By the early evening the power on the rest of the Stratfield Saye estate had failed due to the storm. So dinner & Top Gear was put on for those with no power!

What do you do when you are on holiday?

... Obviously I get beaten up but my chestnut mare. It was all going smoothly until we got to the tickley bit on the second side, at least we got most of Bea clipped before she lost the plot, pinned both of us to the wall and then had a go at kicking 7 sorts of sh1t out of us. She'll just have to live with the tufty bit underneath and the lump missing from her ass!

Whether it was the emperor's new clothes or just a good day , but she was going like a dream today.

Oh yea.. forgot this!

As you can see, John Kellett was a little over exited about life on Sunday morning after the fireworks, and the dogs look a little expectant over what's coming next.....

Tim's annual Firework bash

It's that time of year again - dark evenings, mulled wine, warming bonfires with effigies of common heroes like Russell Brand, and the smell of gunpowder blowing in the air.... it has to be Guy Fawkes night!

We headed to Tim and Maddys for the annual get together with the remains of the Maidenhead gang and those who have been adopted into the select few. Following the fireworks the photo shows the chinese wish lanterns that were launched just upwind of Gatwick airport.... oops... off they sailed higher and higher, until they blended in with the clouds and the approaching landing lights. As usual wonderful fireworks and company into the wee small hours.

The following morning appeared through last nights haze where Boo was masterfully producing a full english breakfast for the 14 hungry buds crammed round the hall table. This breakfast had to be walked off, so where else should one head for midday on a Sunday but the pub! Bloody Marys, pints of Guiness and loads of very soggy dogs, everyone starting to feel so much better.

From the wilds of Tunbridge Wells we ventured to the heart of Sussex to see mother, John and yet more dogs. Would Lewis Hamilton win the World Title??? YES YES YES!!!! Once again, John's butcher had excelled himself with the hanging of the beef. Lovely to finally catch up with mother between hooning off round the world.... see you soon!