I enjoyed the snow so much, and hope it won't be another three years before we see some more.

Yeah, yeah, it's really pretty up there, sure. But this mouse isn't going to dig itself out.

OMG OMG SNOW!!!!

There were a few fen skaters out at Upware this morning, making the most of the brief cold snap. I wasn't allowed to join them because I was getting a bit overexcited, but did try my paws on the ice in the next meadow.

Wishing the squirrels on Cherry Hill a happy new year.

Now listen to me, young Bliss, and don't lie too close to the stove. Or you might end up with my colouring.

A rolling farewell to 2025. Wishing everyone a brighter 2026.

Merry Christmas to all my Bluesky friends.

Light and shadow.

Burned-out pickup truck on a drove near Aldreth. We wonder if it might have been stolen and torched by hare coursers.

Tiny reindeer from a map of Norway in vol.1 of Joan Blaeu's 11 volume Atlas Major, 1662 #Christmas #Maps

Typical British winter afternoon.

Proper fenland peat. For thousands of years these fields were at the bottom of a marsh. Now they're some of England's most fertile farmland.

Introduce yourself with 5 animals you've seen* in the wild: Rabbit Water rat Mallard duck Mole SQUIRREL!! *Caught (except the bloody SQUIRRELS!!)

I feel like I could almost be in Finland. #FridayForest

After the storm the Ouse washes are filling up again, splish splash.

On a rainy day, I recommend heading to your local bookshop and charming the staff into giving you treats. Or on any day, in fact.

If I've GOT to wait while the strawberry bed is being weeded, I may as well dig myself a bed in the compost heap.

Phantom pregnancy is tough on a girl.

I KNOW you're up there, squirrel.

Thetford Forest yesterday.

HOW did we manage to miss this?

It's starting to get dark early now, too.

As autumn draws on, the morning patch of sunlight in the courtyard gets smaller and shorter-lived every day. I'm making the most of it before it disappears altogether.

Channeling my inner wolf on #ThrowbackThursday

We don't usually see a steam train puffing past on our afternoon walk!

Found an enormous parasol mushroom for #FungiFriday.

I would happily join any such group - if you would too then get in touch with Marie. The madness being proposed by Tories and Reform needs to be opposed, and migrants' rights need to be protected.

Feeling autumn's melancholy.

That's quite a puddle. Might head in the other direction for our walk.

NAE KINGS, NAE MASTERS! You want to keep your liberty? Guard it like a favorite stick. You let one fool call himself ‘Master of Treats,’ and next thing you know, he’s telling you when to sit and when to beg. Democracy’s a chew toy. If you don’t protect it, someone else will drool all over it.

Friday forest.

Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed despite the dull autumn weather.

Forest portrait.

I'm not sure if this snail is ever going to move, but I'll have a word through the intercom and see if I can get things going.

Exploring a section of the Icknield Way, an ancient route across England that some say may be the oldest road in Britain. It certainly predates the grey squirrels I barked at.

I may make a song and dance about rabbits, but I do always come back in the end.

Another windy walk.

I'll hang out in front of the fire with the humans, if they insist.

Cuddly Milo came up from London to visit, and we went for a long Fenland walk and pub lunch with him and his humans. After which we both needed a good lie down for a while.

Today on our walk we met Miss Freckles, a lovely gentle retired racing greyhound whose owner likes to dress her up. Today, he said, she's a Battle of Britain pilot. She doesn't seem to mind at all. I barked at the flag, though.

Finnish Lapphunds are part cat in spirit.

Helping out on the allotment by checking the compost heap for rats.

Accentuating my floofiness with curls of dried bracken.

I don't think this windswept look really suits me.

Good morning, Bluesky! How may we be of service to you today? (With @bliss-the-samoyed.bsky.social)

Finnish Lapphunds.

Someone keeps painting swastikas on an old barn door just up the road. When the owner paints over them, they reappear almost straight away. My human just spent a while scrubbing off the latest one with wire wool at the end of our evening walk.

Thank you for letting me lick out the empty marscapone tub. Are you QUITE SURE there's no more?

Practicing with my squirrel toy, in case I ever catch a real one.