Bora Da from New Zealand

Admittedly they do not speak Welsh, but apart from that we are in a Kiwi Wales! Big green hills, sheep aplenty, and erratic unpredictable rain. We may have not found Images yet, but it is a matter of time.

We are both having a fantastic time, Vic and Rich have been great hosts, and Si is slowly eating them out of house and home.

My quest for inappropriate clothes/shoes continues and I have now found myself a snazzy pair of trouser/CULOTTES. They are fantastically impractical, cause a high amount of drag when I walk any where windy (unless of course the wind is behind me, and they they act like sails, and I leave Si for dust). On their maiden voyage, I managed to get my foot caught in my trouser leg and was heading straight for the deck. An acrobatic jump stopped me kissing the floor, but I put my foot through one of the trouser legs in the process.

In other news I am 'sad' to inform you that the walkie talkies have been decomissioned, after many technical hitches. Mainly me leaving mine at home. We are now on plan B of the 'How to stop Clare getting Misplaced' Plan. Plan B involves me wearing stupendously bright clothes and head wear as Si feels that this will help 'visibility'. Basically when I get lost, I have to stand still and wait for Si to come and find me. The plan seems to be working, Si has not managed to lose me yet, no matter how hard he tries.

Clare