Dog Etiquette…..

So I’ve just moved back to the UK to a small village called Meldreth just outside Royston. It’s a nice place, everyone knows everyone.

We have 2 dogs a Labrador/collie cross and a Sharpei/collie cross. The Sharpei is my dog and his name is Hunley.

He is very obedient and hates to be told off. He knows when he’s in the wrong and will spend the day trying to make up for it.

Up the road from us is a wood with a track through to the other side of the village. We have been through it on a few occasions with us dogs and it’s an enjoyable walk.

2 weeks ago I took Hunley alone through the wood and a man was running towards us, we didn’t see the dog as he was behind him but as the dog can round the corner he spotted Hunley and came bounding up to us.

Now Hunley having been hen pecked by my other dog is quite nervous when we are out anyway. He saw the dog and took an instant dislike to him because he was running at us. 

I attempted to pull Hunley out of the way and try to stop him from pulling away from me but he’s quite a strong dog and as he tried to get at this dog who was jumping around my ankles he sank his teeth into my thigh by mistake.

The man,oblivious to what was really going on called his dog repeatedly and apologised because “she should know better than to run up to people” 

Well maybe she should be on a lead then!! One of those things you think you should have said at the time but got caught up in the shear shock of it all!!

We walked off and I realised that my leg hurt. Where Hunley had tried to defend himself he had sunk his teeth into my leg. I lifted my leggings up to find a bloody patch surrounding a hole in my thigh just above my knee. It hurt but I thought It would be just a graze so we carried on towards home.

When we arrived I inspected my leg in more detail to find it was quite deep and bleeding quite a lot. 

Did I need a tetanus??? 

Doctor was closed. Walk in clinic was closed. My only option was A&E!!!

We went into royston and discovered an NHS  flu clinic open , maybe they could advise me. 

Not a chance, they gave an appointment for Monday but said if it was a problem go to A&E. Deep joy!!!!

We went to Tesco bought some antiseptic wipes and some quick healing plasters.

I spent the day on the sofa in quite a lot of pain, envisaging a trip to A&E the following day as the bleeding hadn’t subsided.

Thankfully the bleeding stopped over night and the wound has healed quite nicely.

I thought that would be a one off experience for poor old Hunley. But no our dog walking antics were not over.

This evening, not even 2 weeks later, we we’re out walking in Meldreth just me and him. We walked along the street rather than the woods this time.

We came to the part where we cut through the alley way and come back across the playing field.

On the other side of the road to us, yes the other side!!! An old man was on his driveway and had 2 corgi/yappy dogs off the lead just waiting for him. 

Hunley didn’t see them but they sure spotted us and one of them charged over the road towards us barking. 

“Oh shit”  was the first thing I said, quickly followed by “run Hunley run!!!” 

We ran down the alley way with both dogs now in tow barking at us and trying to get at Hunley. I kept shouting run and he kept turning to see if they were still there.

The old man had no chance of catching them so my only hope was that him shouting at them to come back would work eventually. 

We ran for what seemed like forever. I thought if they caught us they wouldn’t stand a chance against Hunley, especially after the last event we went through.

Eventually the dogs stopped. Hunley and I were safe. The old man shouted “sorry about that!!” 

Well he would have been if Hunley had got them. Where do you stand with that?

I think there should be a law that all dogs should be on a lead while being walked. It’s not fair on the dogs that are kept on a lead at all times to deal with the stress of another dog running over. 

I think dog owners should be more wary of how other dogs react to each other. Not every dog needs a muzzle. But it’s unfair to think that your dog will be ok with another dog.

Thoughts and comments on this situation would be much appreciated.

A sad tale…..

My 8 year old always looks forward to Halloween.

He likes to dress up but not as something too scary, just in case he freaks himself out!!!

We don’t do face paint either, because it means having to wash his face after and water on his face is the end of the world!!!

For the last few years we’ve always been trick or treating with his cousins but now we have moved away.

We are waiting for him to get a school place at the local school so as of yet he hasn’t made any friends. 

He decided he didn’t want to go trick or treating this year as he didn’t know anyone but wanted to dress up at home.

On Halloween he put on his vampire costume and cape and devil horns and filled his bowl with sweets and sat and waited.

We waited and waited and then the doorbell rang.

The dogs went nuts as always, we quickly shoved them in the kitchen and grabbed the sweets. 

We opened to the door to find the Yodel delivery man standing there grinning.

My little vampire was not happy so off he stropped. 

The delivery driver on the other hand was more than happy to take a sweet!!

Again we sat and waited for another couple of hours. I painstakingly tried to explain to Harry how maybe the the children thought the little old lady still lived here and they shouldnt knock just in case they scared her.

This is the worst Halloween of my life

Harry said unhappily. 😭😭😭

Molly, the dog, agreed. She was never one for dressing up.

How not to fish with an 8 year old…..

So…… Our last weekend before leaving Spain, what should we do??

Given that the sun shines here most days, today of all days started out pretty cloudy. That ruled out a day at the beach. Something I could easily have done. Other options included a trip to the skate park, shopping, or just generally getting out of the house. 

Harry, the indecisive 8 year finally decided on a fishing trip 😭😭

Out came the beginners rod set bought earlier in the year with a promise of we’ll go fishing when we can blah blah blah , however I think this must have been its second outing. 

It had been hidden in the top of the wardrobe to stop small children taking each other’s eyes out with the fishing hook and thus forgotten about.

Anyway…. Not wanting to be a party pooper off we all went once the rod had been untangled due to an impatient small boy wanting to fish before we’d left the building.

We needed bait. Mercadona here we come. My husband says just buy a handful of unpeeled small prawns off the fish counter. Off I went only to find large prawns complete with heads and legs were the only option  on both the fish counter and the fresh fish shelves next to it. 

I retreat back to the car where Harry shouts out the window ‘What happened then?’ Like something had gone on!!

‘They only had prawns with heads and legs’ I said. I hadn’t been given an alternative so I gave my husband his wallet and off he went determined to of course prove me wrong.

Whilst waiting in the car Harry and I discussed fish. ‘ Where do Mercadona go fishing’ he asked. 

‘They don’t do the fishing, you see all the boats at sea don’t you?’ I replied. ‘ Yes ‘ he said.

‘They do the fishing and sell them to Mercadona and then we buy them.” I told him.

” Oh , ok so how do they get the fish in the fishfingers then ?” He asked.

As I explained how this happens my husband returned with a pack of frozen prawns. Thank God I hadn’t had a blonde moment and totally missed them on the fish counter.

We were off, finally we reached the preferred fishing destination. Not far from the house. I wondered how long this expedition would last. Probably not long for several reasons.

I was right, we pitched up on a rock that according to Harry looked like a jet ski. We sat while my husband set up the rod. Harry and I attempted to set up the selfie stick. We failed of course as my phone wouldn’t connect with it. 

My husband was setting up the rod whilst moaning that the bait probably wouldn’t stay on the hook because it was frozen. 


An early get out clause me thinks!!!

Prawn one was launched and we sat and waited. ” Lets play eye spy?” Said small boy.

“Really, is there nothing else” I said. 

Eye spy was forgotten about as the reel came back in having lost prawn one.

After a deliberation, as to which would stay on the line, prawn 2 was launched. 

We sat, we watched 2 women collecting shells. We discussed whether we should move as the rock we had climbed over to get to the ‘jet ski’ was getting covered with water.

In came the reel again. Prawn 2 had of course also fallen off.

“This isn’t going to work, I knew this was a mistake” my husband said.


Prawn 3 was the final choice as if this didn’t stay on that was it, game over, fishing trip done. Half an hour killed.

Prawn 3 was launched. We sat and waited. This time we discussed the paddle boarders we could see and how far out they were. “Do you reckon you could get them with the fishing line” said Harry.
” I think they’re a bit far away” I said. “Looks like bloody hard work, I wouldn’t want to be them”

The reel came back in, prawnless, as expected.

“Right that’s it, I’ve had enough” said my husband.

“Thank God” said Harry.
Off we trundle , back to the car. Debating where to go for lunch. Another big decision. 

What I won’t miss…..

Living in Spain for the last year or so has be quite an eye opener. 

There are of course huge benefits to living here, one being the nearly year round sunshine you experience and one of my favourites is the added bonus that you can wash and dry your laundry in one day. No need to drape it round the house like a Chinese laundry!!!!

But aside from the continuous al fresco dining and the glorious walks along the paseo there are downsides to living here in Spain.

Driving – The Spanish cannot drive, end of story. There is a massive confusion for them over which lane they should be in regardless of the situation. Any opportunity to cut you up and they will.

Indicating is non existent. They are unsure as to what the stick thing on the steering wheel is actually used for thus they don’t bother. This is most infuriating for any other driver who has an ounce of highway code knowledge in their head. I don’t remember guess work being in that manual!!

Parking – according to any Spaniard the lines are not there to separate their car from yours. It’s perfectly acceptable to use them merely as a guide and park diagonally across them.

My favourite parking skills come from the parents at my child’s school. It’s like a scene from wacky races, particularly when school has finished. There is no need to park in a space or in the car park when the chevrons and the round abouts arcs perfectly acceptable places to ‘dump’ your car.

Driving slowly – the Spanish don’t drive fast, however they do know how to drive incredibly slowly. Making any journey along the coast road take at least 15 minutes longer than it should do.

In Spain its illegal to drive with flip flops on, no t-shirt on, your arm out of the window and your music too loud. It is however perfectly ok to drive whilst talking on your mobile, stop anywhere in the road to park your car as long as you have your hazards on or not really be too concerned about whether your child is strapped in the car seat.

In Spain nothing g is straightforward. There is a mound of paperwork for everything. Everything you do requires 50,000 signatures and heaven forbid you lose your bank card. You cannot change anything over the phone, order a new card update any phone numbers etc. You have to go into the branch at which you opened the account. Highly inconvenient and annoying.

The Spanish are extremely loud. You will know instantly who is what nationality. The Spanish cannot hold a conversation at normal decibel level. Shouting is the only way to get their point across.

Dog poo!!! Pick it up , omg the volumes of dog poo in the area I live in is disgraceful. It’s laziness. Get a bag, any bag, pick it up.

Rubbish bins – they can walk their rubbish to the bins but rather than lift the lid and put it in they dump it on the floor. This then creates a new problem when the stray cats come out and rip the bags to pieces.

I’m sure I’ll think of other things to add to this as I’m moaning about them.

Please add your own comments and experiences or even correct me if I’m wrong. Happy reading ……

El Muro Restaurant….

…… There aren’t many restaurants in the Costa del Sol that offer a breathtaking view while you eat.

We have visited El Muro twice now and both times we have thoroughly enjoyed our meal. 

The menu is varied with a good choice of starters, mains and desserts. I always let the dessert menu decide whether I need a starter or not and with it offering the obligatory chocolate brownie I decided a starter wasn’t necessary.

We had a party of 7 the second time we visited and ordered from the mains selection. I had the salmon on a bed of saffron rice again, we had chicken breast with baby artichoke hearts and beef skewers which were incredibly tender. 

The meal was not rushed, the waiters were very attentive and efficient and the evening g was very relaxing.

The terrace has a number of tables outside however it is not cramped and you cannot eavesdrop other people’s conversations.

The restaurant is part of the Aico group who own a number of others in the pueblo. These ‘re all lovely restaurants in lovely settings.

Benalmadena Pueblo itself beautiful with its cobbled streets and tiny shops and typically andalucian style. It’s not commercialised or overcrowded. There is minimal parking in the actual town itself with a larger car park at the back of the town and all parking is free.

Other restaurants in the Aico chain are, La Fuente, La Nina, Villa Linda, Azafran and Zafiro which is a popular wine and gin bar.

On the Aico restaurant website allows you to view each restaurant and their menus and be able to book a table online at a selected few.

Go and visit and share my experience. Let me know how you get on 😊

A day in Malaga City

Malaga is a glorious historical city with plenty of sightseeing to be done.

I went for the day and only covered a small part of what there is to see, however I still crammed a lot in.

For a Sunday afternoon the city was buzzing with life. We had caught the train from Benalmadena which took 30 minutes into the city centre.

The Feria had recently been on and the streets and bars were decked with colourful bunting and hanging lanterns.

We started our wander through the Marques de Larios shopping precinct. Here there is plenty for everyone, with boutiques, high street chains and bars and restaurants galore. The side streets lead to small independent shops and then onto small plazas with tapas bars offering a great selection of food and drinks.

From here we  wandered through back street to the Cathedral of Malaga. This is a Roman Catholic church built between 1528 and 1782 in the Renaissance Architectural tradition. You have to see it to appreciate it’s splendour. My photos don’t do it justice.

We continued down through the Paseo Parque which runs along the harbour. It is shaded by Palm Trees and Plans Trees and full of fountains and sculptures.

On the other side of the road is the Paseo de Espana, running towards the Centre Pompidou along side the harbour.This is a commercial area with shops and bars where going and old Malaguenos come to socialise.

Rather than keep walking on we decided to walk back towards the Centre as the sun was hot and we were roasting. Looking into Malaga from the harbour edge you can see various land marks.

Firstly is the Castillo de Gibralfaro. It was built in the 14th century to house troops and protect Alcazaba. From the walls you get spectacular views of the city.

Alcazaba  of Malaga is one of the iconic landmarks of Malaga. It was built in the 11th century during the Muslim period and is considered one of the most important Muslim world in Spain today.

Moving on from there is Malaga’s Town Hall. This was built between 1912 and 1919 and is one of the most remarkable modern buildings in Malaga.

Lastly on my initial tour of Malaga is the Palacio de Aduana. This houses the works which were formerly in the Museo de Malaga.

If you travel to Malaga and want to see the sights without all the walking or hot and sweatiness, there’s a hop on hop off sightseeing bus tour available which you can book at 

Enjoy and then let me know your favourite experiences 😊

Historical Ronda…..

…..The 3rd most visited city in Andalusia is the beautiful mountaintop city of Ronda.

It is set above a deep gorge called El Tajo which separates the 15th century New town from the old historical town. 

The old town is bisected from the New town by a stone bridge known as the Puente Nuevo (New bridge) It offers amazing photo opportunities from all angles.

Modern Bullfighting originates in Ronda. The 18th century Bullring is now a museum and visitors are welcome to walk in the arena. Legendary bullfighter Pedro Romero from Ronda founded the style of bullfighting in which matadores fight bulls on foot rather than horseback. The bullring itself is one of the oldest in Spain.

Ronda has many attractions and it’s hard to see them all and appreciate them in one day. 

Here are a few to look out for.

Balcony of Paseos – Walkways celebrating Ernest Hemingway and Orson Welles.

Palacio de Mondraga – A tiny palace. Its best feature is the remaining water gardens. It has been heavily renovated and partly modernised.

Casa del Rey Moro – House of the Moorish King which incorporates an important relic or Ronda’s Moorish occupation – The Water Mine.

Iglesia del Espiritu Santo – An unofficial cathedral towering above the Almocabar Gate.

Convento de Santa Domingo – Built on Arabic foundations after the fall of Ronda.

Palacio del Marques Salvaterra – A small museum of renaissance art and artefacts. 

Puente Viejo – The only thoroughfare until Puente Nuevo was completed.

Plaza Duquesa de Parcent – Leafy square full of monuments. A truly beautiful public space.

Just a few places to get you started on your tour of Ronda.

A walking tour takes about 2-3 hours. Probably not advisable in the hotter months of the year. Everything you need to see is within 200-300 metres of the Puente Nuevo.

Ideally to appreciate Ronda in all its historical glory you need to spend 2-3 days in the city.