PA/PR Gromit chose a quiet spot for us three to have a picnic lunch. (What will HRO Karl Willem and I do without him!)
We ambled along to the village of Wytham (a rather posh village, judging from the Bentley parked next to our bicycle.)
PA/PR Gromit had strong coffee and some pistachio nuts.
We spent the rest of the afternoon traipsing in the forest where The Nashman showed off his camouflage skills as Gagamba Boy. (Now, where is Kirsten Dunst for my upside down kiss?)
This tree mocked Zeus and was promptly splintered by lightning.
Us dogs really love the forest.
We were baffled. I thought it was shit but on closer inspection it's some sort of mushroom. Mmmm, magic mushrooms perhaps?
After three hours communing with nature, HRO Karl Willem dragged us to his favourite pub, The Trout Inn, for late afternoon tea. This is the life, eh? Who needs a girlfriend when I have these two cool dawgs keep me company day in and day out?