We stayed in a hotel in Windermere, where people are allowed to take their dogs with them. I did not like being there, and tried my best to get them to take me back home. I do not like the unknown. I worry.

There was a nice sofa in the room, where I made myself comfortable. I always throw sofa cushions on the floor.

"Dad" could not visit the Motor Museum and "mom" could not visit any big houses or gardens, because I was with them, but we went to some nice places. This is me at Morecambe Bay, where the sands go on forever.

I dug a deep hole . . .

. . . and had a good run.

There I am emerging from Derwent water. We went for a nice walk along the lakeside, and then had a picnic.

I met a white dog there and we played in the water.

Here I am with "dad" visiting an ancient stone circle. I was more interested in some cows that were grazing there, so I had to be kept on a lead.