It's a busy life for us poor pigeons, and no mistake, on the go all day. Haven't had a minute even to update this poor old blog. So I decided I needed a holiday. I hitched a lift on a ferryboat to in Brittany, where I stayed in a rather swanky dovecot.
Posh innit? I've had a smashing time - the French sure know how to make cakes and croissants. And chocolate. And huge baguettes. And ... well, you get the idea. The only scary bit was the voyage home. The ferry seemed alarmingly unstable and kept listing to one side, so I flapped from the rail where I was perched and sat on the funnel, which was lovely and warm. It was nice to come home to my comfy old nest, though.
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