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          One of my favourite parts of living by the seaside is having the house full of visitors. Middle Daughter prefers to be the visitee so isn’t a visitor here very often, Eldest makes lots of visits to lots of different people so we always make our arrangements well in advance with lots of time to look forward to them, but Youngest just decides she wants to come and turns up.

          With surprise visits from Youngest in mind, I messaged her with last weekend’s dates to let her know I’d booked my Mum and Dad into the guestroom. “Well that’s unfortunate,” was her reply.  It had seemed a possibility of a surprise visit was on the cards for the same weekend.

          As Youngest’s plans progressed, she came for the weekend as well and brought Heidi too making use of our very comfortable double blowup bed downstairs.  I haven’t used the big blue tent since we moved, Eldest has it on loan at the moment, but I’m pretty certain it will fit quite easily on the grass of the upper level in our garden to give us another two bedrooms if needed. 

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          Weymouth’s very popular Seafood Festival had landed last weekend too so there was plenty of extra entertainment for all. I’m not a big seafood fan, but when it comes to holidays, for both visitors and visitees, calories are guilt free so there were plenty of coffee stops, plenty of cakes and ice creams and with the added bonus of the food festival, plenty of crepes and pancakes too.

          Saturday evening we decided to head off in a quieter direction, even with one of Weymouth’s most well attended events happening around the harbour you can still find a quiet wander, if you know where to look for it.

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          I set off along the Rodwell Trail with Youngest and Heidi, and Dad met us at “Sandsfoot Castle” with Mum in the car.   Mum wasn’t up to the walk this time, she’d fallen in a carpark the previous week, bumped and bruised her face and had her wrist in plaster.

          By the time we arrived, the cafe had closed for the day, but the gardens looked beautiful, as always, and Heidi enjoyed the castle, as well as the views across to Portland.

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          On Sunday we all took a trip to “Billy Winters” on “Chesil Beach“.

          Heidi has grown up in Oxfordshire, landlocked on all sides so the seaside is a new experience to her. The sea is still a vast unknown, but she’s learning what to do with it a little more each visit.

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          Entertainment for, and photographs of, the weekend provided by Youngest Daughter… And Heidi.

          More from before: a variety of “visitors and visitees”  .

Intruder deterrent

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          Youngest Daughter and Husband were here to visit this weekend and they brought with them Heidi, their great dane. You’ve met Heide before with the “Giraffes“.

          Heidi’s a huge softee, often afraid of her own shadow, but I’ve heard her bark once or twice and it sounds as if it comes up from her boots.   I think even the most seasoned intruder would think twice about visiting while Heidi is around.

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           We’ve had an unwanted intruder in the garden, leaving behind them little parcels in my flowerbeds and freshly levelled soil.  I’ve spotted a cat sitting on top of the back wall but I’ve never been quite quick enough to give it a piece of my mind as it jumps away to the other side as soon as I open the back door.  I would like to think that Heidi’s visit will convince my intruder not to stop by for a few weeks or more.

          After a few hot and dry weeks of weather we had a very welcome deluge of rain last week, turning my dusty soil into mud.  My intruder left behind it a little more than just the odd parcel this time …

      . . . . BUSTED  . . . .

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          More from before: a few of the “Furry and non-furry Friends” who are part of the family.

Rabbiting

          I was rabbit sitting for Middle Daughter a couple of weekends ago. The little furry friends were exceptionally pleased to see me – the way to a rabbit’s heart is definitely via it’s stomach.

          Middle Daughter is very keen when it comes to the rabbit’s upkeep, reaping the rewards by having her rabbits, Finx in particular, living well into the little known territory of elderly rabbits at the vets.  Finx is as far as we know, the only survivor of the original litter from the pair of “female” rabbits belonging to Youngest Daughter – remember “Rabbitt” ?

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          A family photo from “Fluff bombs“, at a time which seems now to be long, long ago … 

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          When Middle Daughter moved house and Finx moved from being an indoor rabbit to living in a hutch in the garden, Middle got  her a “Husbunny”  from the rescue centre for company.

          This is Finx now, on the right and Tango on the left.

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          Remember “Pepper” ? … and “Alice” too ?  

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          Pepper came to live with Alice in our garden.  Middle persuaded me that Alice needed a companion and we already knew of Pepper who was bored and lonely as a kitchen rabbit so he came to live with Alice.  Everything in my garden was rosy until one weekend while I was away, Alice died.  Alice had so conditioned Pepper that I belonged to her and he wasn’t to approach without permission from her first that he wouldn’t come to me for consoling, he just sat at the back of the garden waiting for Alice to come home and very much afraid that he would die too, we re-homed him with Finx and Tango. 

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          Everything went well for the first few months, we followed the rules of rabbit etiquette and introduced them into no man’s land… in their case… the bath, and eventually had all three bunnies living in the same hutch.

          That is until one day, Tango, who has a very much less than strong digestive system, had to spend a couple of nights stay over at the vets and Pepper made a move on Finx.  From the moment Tango came home he and Pepper fought over the one female, and over who was higher up in the “pecking order”. 

          I would like to say they fought like cat and dog, but at least that would have been easier to detect, they fought like rabbits, quite nastily when no one was looking and being rabbits, and being a prey animal, they hid their injuries and just carried on as nothing was wrong when being watched.  Of course, Middle Daughter noticed pretty early on that something was wrong and after both boy bunnies were taken to the vet for inspection they were separated. 

          Tango still sulked for a bit, but not for long and he and Finx settled back into the twosome relationship as it was before… And Pepper ?

          Well Middle Daughter is such a softie that she set Pepper up in his own empire on the other side of her garden and found him a partner at the rescue centre too… Doris.

          Here’s Pepper on the right with his female friend, Doris on the left.

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          All is well in the garden again, and everything is once again rosy.  Well, almost everything…

          My instructions for the weekend were written down in detail, I prefer it that way because then I don’t have to worry about remembering everything, and Middle Daughter doesn’t have to worry while she’s away that I’ll forget something.

          “Lola“, their cat is also used to me sitting for the weekend and knows that the first thing I do when I go in is consult the list which has been left on the table.  I’m now not allowed to read the book until I’ve played with Lola first… and how could I possibly resist.

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          More from before: a few of the “Furry Friends” who are part of the family.