Two relaxed moose taking in the view. We were thinking, if we hadn’t made the decision to go on this house-sitting adventure we’d still be in our old house with the same old view, acting in the same old way. Now we feel light and free. Everyday we make new magic.

Day 29 - Oh boy was it hard to get going today. Lethargy, boredom (over musical choices), lack of inspiration. I needed a kick up the ass. And I got it. I went back to my trance roots. To blow away the cobwebs. To shake it all up. It worked. I blew my own mind. I shook and I stomped out that lethargy. I felt my blood dance. I dove and swam with the beats. I wouldn’t let myself give up. My lizard brain tried hard. It wanted me to sit down. Forget it. Do it tomorrow, it said. So I looked for tracks to take me even higher. I remembered this passionate tune. So beautiful. And I danced my lazy side away. Wild Wild Son

A childhood memory revisited today in real time. Shaftesbury. Gold Hill. Ridley Scott directed this iconic British advert many moons ago (1973). The Hovis Advert

Super duper back garden view. Yum.

You know you’ve got a crazy cat crush when you can’t wait til Christmas because that’s when you’re next hanging out with him 😻🙃😻

Day 28 - After walking 8km+/day in York, I’m finally back to dancing in countryside kitchens. My legs feel strong. My body’s happy to be getting rhythmical again. I feel fit and healthy and just need to carry on keeping my heart rate up over extended periods of time.

During my dance session, I noticed that when I tightened my abdominals, my lower back popped in a releasing kind of way and felt nourished. Stronger. Relieved somehow. This makes sense. If something gets stronger in one area, another part would feel more supported and the positive knock on effect of that strength. In this case my back felt more powerful but I know the more I dance, the more other areas will feel more supported too and ultimately I’ll feel freer. That’s all I could ever wish for. So I’m gonna dance my way through July to a fitter, happier body. Let’s see where I can take this : )

Today’s song that got me jigging - Magnetic Eyes - Marix and Futurebound.

Yes. I would like some special foods please. Thank you.

Darling Cookie has left this world. Goodbye little angel. I’ll miss your tiny body snuggling into mine. No more protecting you from the boys. You’ve got some peace now. Go well sweet Cookie. You were the best mum with the kindest heart. Love you. 💖🐾🐾💕

The little fluffy lamb sleeps on her big fluffy donut.

A walk in the Dorset countryside with wispy clouds and a pastel sunset.

Comfy cat bed you say? No, no I’m fine here lying on the plugs.

Squidgy white pudding of fluff with a bit of gremlin added in.

Meet darling sweethearted Maisy. She’s soft, sedate and strokable. A regal queen at 18 ½. She has lots of comfy spots around the house and also likes to sleep below the raspberry bushes where it’s cool. She’s a dear little one. I’m looking forward to getting to know her.

Oxfordshire. Halfway to our next destination in Dorset. Staying at Mollie’s Motel. Uber cool. American/Scandanavian feel. What an amazing breakfast room. My first try of a flat white this morn. I’m liking it (was getting a bit fed up of cappuccino froth!). Sun is shining. Happy.

I loved stroking this bronze lamb each time I walked passed. I used to see kids in the playground, spinning round a tree and polishing the wood as they twirled. They did it so much it was smooth like marble. The lamb would get that smooth too, if it was stroked by kids everyday.

Goodbye Catto. Hello temporary rescue van.

Last night in York. Going out in style (with a hedgehog). ⭐️

Extreme Housesitting - when your clients are getting back in five hours time and your car is still at the mechanics after 2 weeks of engine work but they’ve said it’ll be ready some time today though they’re not sure when 😬 Living on the edge yeah 🙃😉😻🙏⭐️🦄✨

Another installment of Chatto with Catto.

Catto surveys his kingdom

Something special happened to me this morning. I’d spent an enjoyable hour missioning around York and was walking to the bus stop, laden down with my wares; boxes and birdseed. The bus was already there. I love it when that happens. I got on and asked for a ticket. I reached for my purse to get my card (you can pay with contactless now…yay) and went to pay. The bus driver said I couldn’t pay like that - he’d already put the ticket through as ‘cash’. There was no other way. I’d have to get off the bus, walk to a cash point, and come back. I had five minutes. He didn’t even give me a chance to get my card out. I was too flummoxed to be annoyed.

Then, my guardian angel stepped in.

She was a lady who had seen my quandary. Her name was Antya. She offered to pay for my ticket. I felt awkward inside somehow. This was a new experience for me. Being paid for by a stranger. She told me she’d just finished giving a guided tour of York and had been given lots of tips. It all happened so fast and before I knew it I’d accepted her offer. Wow. She paid for my ticket.

I felt overwhelmed with gratitude. Enough that my heart could have burst. It was almost too much to bare - taking kindness from a stranger. I just kept saying thank you as I looked into her eyes and asked her name and said thank you again. I was a jibbering wreck by the end of the encounter : ) It made me feel strange at first and then relieved she was there. She was my angel.

Now I’m reflecting upon how important it is to let people help you. It’s a good lesson - to receive gracefully. I enjoy giving. Receiving is more difficult. Giving helps to heal the world. Accepting the help does too.

I’ve never had French toast, berry compote and mascapone cream before. I’ve concluded it’s definitely going to be a recurring theme through my life. Oh yes 👍

Bells chimed out and ice-creams were devoured. It was an emotional moment.

Oh golly. I’m in love 🥰