Oliver the pudding

No blip yesterday,as I was too busy preparing for a Twelfth Night party at our house. Eighteen of us, with a more than fifty year age span, gathered for a convivial evening of food, drink and chat, with the added bonus of an excellent quiz organised by Lizzy. The party continued till the small hours, though Pete and I eventually headed to bed about half past two, leaving the younger participants to get on with it! Everyone seemed to enjoy the mixing of the generations - something which I think happens too rarely. 

So it was a slow start to the day, with an hour or so tidying up after tha party and another one taking down all the Christmas decorations. In the afternoon Chris, Lizzy and I went for a walk round Holme Fen. It was pretty quiet, although Chris saw a couple of roe deer and there were the usual redwings around, as well as a couple  of red kites and buzzards.

On our way back we met the most magnificent dog, notable for his  absolutely massive head. We stopped to chat with his owner, and found out that, despite his rather fearsome appearance, he was the sweetest tempered dog and was a cross between a Bullmastiff and a Dogue de Bordeaux. Oliver weighs 48 kg and likes to try and sit on his owner's lap - not a comfortable experience! His Dad described him as a 'pudding' - hence the title