Olá todos (I am practicing my Portuguese today)! ML and I had a very nice mini-walk in Port Quin this afternoon. Port Quin is an abandoned port village: it is said that all ships were lost at sea due to an unexpected storm and the widows all left the port out of sadness. Who knows if this is true, but the fishing cottages that are left do have a bygone and melancholy air to them. Sí, sí, I am a very sophisticated Spanish gentleman to know these big words! But Cornish history does bring out the romantic in me.
Rabbit poo also stirs my Labrador soul, so you can imagine how happy I was to see a colony of bunnies. I even started to chase one and ML shouted, “If you hurt that bunny, he won’t be able to make any more poo for you to enjoy, SO LEEEEAVE IT!”
And I DID “leave it” because I am a logical Señor who knows where his deleeeeecious trail snacks come from. Long live all bunnies!
Donde estoy! Where was I? Oh sí, Port Quinn:
And here:
And yours truly on the trail:
Her I am with Doyden Castle. It is not REALLY a castle: some wealthy señor built it to have debauched parties with his amigos. Not that I know about those kind of things, being a dog. We do not do debauched! Now you can rent the castle for a holiday, but I do not advise it. It looks haunted. And not so very cosy. Cold paws or a ghost: difficult to say which would be worse.
Finally we found a very hermoso Thinking Place. However, this is not my Thinking Face. This is my It Is Past My Dinnertime face.
