Did someone say “cheese”?

Alice took this photo of Dave mid chew. He’s a happy dog with a mouthful of dentastix.

Martin and I had breakfast in Eastbourne before choosing frames for his new glasses. Town was quiet, I guess the beach was busy instead. We looked in a few shops then had a quiet afternoon at home.

Somebody has dug up the hobbit garden. I repotted the plants, not sure if they will recover. I will leave it to Martin to rebuild the camp. We are suspecting the smaller members of the pack for the eviction. It’s definitely not Dave’s M.O.