Baa Hummingbird

Find us Here

And we are now all tucked in our hotel room at Ye Olde “Golden Nugget”, which has seen better centuries, but then saying that, the rooms are no different to the Luxor and at a fraction of the cost. The place was probably once a gambling Mecca, but now seems just 90% empty and only filled with the Grey Gamblers. The view across the lake is nice

There is a classic car museum nearby

and at the hotel there is local wildlife including a hummingbird caught mid flight

and more local wildlife sampling nectar of a different type

And for anyone who has seen Waiting, the restaurant had all the traits of the movie (sickly smiles from the waiting staff, bus boys from hell, the 3 second rule and Mr Nice Guy “you enjoy your meal and tip big”).

You Avin A Laughlin

Here we are in Laughlin, NV after Henderson. Mrs Fogg has booked us into the wonderful “Golden Nugget” at £35 per night (breath held).

First stop was 2nd breakfast at Silverlight (I stopped here in 2017 when I finished Route66 as Mrs Fogg and Kevin flew back home).

This is downtown gambling

However we have found food for the night

Yes the one and only Bubba of the Gump

Well Hello Sunshine

Yup, the opportunity has arisen to spend a small amount of time in a 40 degree heat, no clouds and big skies country, yup hello USA.

Ready to Fly

Oooo my seat is so comfy (but not as comfy as Business class, but £2,300 cheaper).

With 9 hours to go, horrible food and lacking service, it’s gonna be a long flight.

Ahhhhhhhh tea!

Looking every bit of the hot CIO she is!

The Mini Grand Tour

After a blistering weekend of grass cutting, hedge cutting, rubbish clearing, bike riding and archway building, we was bushed. It comes to something when Ms. Willow demands her own chair after a long day of chillin in the 35 degree heat

And after all that, it will soon be time to do a mini road trip to somewhere even hotter, oooooo.

Mr Tiddles

We have a resident hedgehog in the garden. Spotted snuggling around by guard cat Willow. Looks like a full size adult.

Must get a hedgehog house installed for winter.

Monkeying Around

It’s amazing what you can do with photoshop!

The arch is now in position and ready for flowers to grow up it.

It’s also awesome for an early morning workout.

Starz In Her Eyes

And this week Matthew, I’m gonna grow lots of veg! And looking awesome for exercising.

So we’ve built our DIY archway, which is bloody heavy and tomorrow we will be removing the struggling Laurel (it’s obviously not very Hardy, hee hee) to put the archway in place

And just look a bumper crop of rude carrots and Maris Piper Potatoes, yummy.

Scampston Hall

Yesterday Mum and I went to visit Scampston Hall which is nearby on the A64. Beautiful spot and a lovely day.

Wolds Way completed!

Today Dad and I embarked on the last leg of our Wolds Way Walk from South Cave all the way to Filey. 15 miles left to do from Sherburn to Filey making it a total of 64 miles since we started.

Ok, so we had a few weeks break in between but in total we did 5 days walking. Our longest day was 18 miles in 37 degree heat (hottest day) and our shortest day was 10.5 miles. We’ve had incredible weather and seen some amazing scenery and loved every minute of it.

Very proud we did this! And what did we do to celebrate??? Tea and cake in Filey.

Now about those blisters on my feet again….

D-Lock

Well decision made, it was time for my Fatboy to be retired after 9 years of service and 5,000 miles. The “fattie” star of many a movie including Terminator 2, is very distinctive, sounds awesome and turns heads, with one problem, if a gnat farts in Outer Mongolia because of the trademark solid wheels, you get blown over. I have actually been forced off the motorway 3 times (lots of gnat farts and who says cows produce a lot of methane). So deal done garage came to collect my beast, but it wasn’t going without a fight.

10 minutes before the van arrived, I went to remove the D-Lock from the wheel, only to find the pin had failed inside the lock. Cue Dr. Google, “tap it with a hammer”, nuffin! So time to call a locksmith, he’ll know what to do. You see apparently you can only pick a lock if the pins are working, so plan b, bolt cutters, nope they shattered, plan c then how about a grinder, HELL NO, think of the spatter and damage. So the locksmith duly set about plan d, trying to drill it apart and after 4 hours of blood, sweat and tears (quite literally as he sliced his hand open twice), the lock gave out (oh and after burning out 10 Tungsten Carbide Drill Bits and 4 normal drill bits).

Bye bye my little fattie, I will miss ya.