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June 2015

Hello, it's us again! I hope you have all been well since my last update. Thanks for looking. Don't forget to mouse over the pictures to see my comments. I'm afraid it doesn't work with Firefox browsers, sorry.

I thought I would change things this time. Instead of starting with our mini adventures I thought I would start at home, so, once again, Tipsy and  Topsy, this time asleep in the sun.

My doggy has sunglasses!

Mummy, me and Doggy.

Quick, Daddy, I've got bubbles up my nose!

Dad, not so much bubble bath next time please.



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The Big Church Day Out.

A long weekend in West Sussex, followed by  a few days on The Isle of Wight.

Rend Collective. (I think.)

Mummy showed off with her new camera that she got last year. We were a long way from the stage but she still managed to zoom in. Clever Mummy!Bet you can't spot us.

Each side of the main stage was a HUGE LCD screen. Daddy took a photo of this one while the camera was looking at the people. We're in there some where!

This is the new look me.

There were eight of us from our church at the event and one friend, Lynne, plaited my hair.

It wasn't just music we went for (although there were three stages) but to meet up with old friends, visit the children's area, the fete, the more quiet area behind the big house, the huge Christian resource marquee, the food stall avenue, funfare... Phew! And I didn't go to bed until 11 o'clock three nights in a row.

I'm getting rather good at these selfies, aren't I?

This selfie is of my friend Sophie with her Mum and Dad sitting behind us. Sophie is 14 and Daddy got really worried on the first evening when we went to buy a programme and disappeared for ages in the dark.

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The Isle of White continued.

Definitely a saint!

We went on a sunny afternoon's walk to St Catherine's Down and Oratory. Daddy says that Mummy is already a saint for putting up with me - he should talk!

On this walk Mummy crept quite close up to a Yellowhammer

Oh, I nearly forgot. No update is complete without a picture of where we stayed, this time  at the Whitefield Forest Touring Park at Brading.

Time to go now. Boo hoo.

Howzabout this for our IoW ferry? OK,  it isn't, it's the P & O cruise liner, Britannia which was at Southampton when we returned.

It's BIG!

I'm afraid that's all for the moment (All? - Daddy.) Yes, all. What I don't have photos of are our everyday activities, e.g. school, church, DIY at home. Daddy, does it really stand for Destroy It Yourself? In my case, Yes. - Daddy.

Have a lovely summer and we'll meet up again in September hopefully.

Love from Abigail

We took our bicycles one Saturday morning to Alton Water, a reservoir in Suffolk. That's me, disappearing rapidly under the blossom.

Hurry up, you two. I'm not stopping.

Now then, what is the significance of these tins of beans? Well, Mummy and Daddy just celebrated their 10th wedding anniversary which is a tin anniversary, hence Mummy's present. Daddy bought Mummy . . . . . . . .

Beans for breakfast, Daddy?

. . . . . a new bicycle. After all, she said, Daddy did get a scooter and that's metal. Not sure if that's correct but Daddy seems OK about it.


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The Isle of White. Part 1

Should be Wight - Daddy. But you told me it was Widget.

On May Bank Holiday Monday morning we waved goodbye to our friends at the BCDO and drove to Southampton Docks. We got there early and caught an earlier ferry to the IoW.

There are NOT NOT NOT two monkeys in this picture.

Mummy and Daddy took hundreds of photos of ships, birds, flowers, us and I really don't know how many to put in, so here are just a few.

I can't open my eyes Daddy.

Yep, Daddy did it again. It's blowing Force 6 up here on the headland, we can't see because of the dust and Daddy takes us on a boat trip round the Needles.

Yet more wind. I don't believe it!

For our friends in Africa and Australia, these are The Needles.

I think I'll shelter beside Daddy.

I really really enjoyed Godshill model village and I want to go again. Here I am in the model .......

I'm a giant!

.....and here I am in real life.

I prefer being this size.

One morning was spent in a butterfly world. They were very beautiful and Mummy took loads of photos.

This is me conducting the dancing fountains.

Hopefully this one won't soak me.