|Dylan in the Hotel Du Vin|
Brighton is great for dogs, great for vegetarians and great for those with an artistic bent, so there was something for everyone. I checked my bank balance, did a little dance of joy and hit the shops. The Lanes are full of cute shops selling stuff that Fitz would class as "shit you don't need". I class it as "shit you don't need but are going to buy anyway".
|Who wouldn't want a cat-shaped birdhouse?|
|Or a lovely cushion with cats drinking tea and eating a bird?|
|Or some little canvases of Brighton rock?|
I also bought a large amount of Dutch salt liquorice (bleurgh) for my mum, a T shirt for my dad and some premium catnip. You can probably guess who this is for. My dad is always on the lookout for new entries in his silent T shirt competition with his friend John. The action takes place at Durham cricket ground and the competition is so silent that I'm not sure John is actually aware of it. The rules are that you casually take off your jacket to reveal a T shirt that will arouse your friend's admiration or envy. I can't give much away, but I think May's entry involving a photo of a cat in Moscow with a Russian quote from a favourite novel is a very strong contender.
We had lunch at Iydea, an award-winning vegetarian cafe that made a big fuss of Dylan. Petra has him very well trained and never feeds him from the table. Personally I would not be able to resist this face.
Dylan had been very patient during the shopping and we took him for a five mile walk to Hove and back. It was sunny but windy, as evidenced by our hair/fur.
|"Let me back onto the beach"|