Activity holidays are all right if you are fit. If you are usually relatively lazy and you suddenly subject your body to high levels of physical activity, then by half way through the week, the muscles have started to rebel and even so much as standing up becomes an effort. Unless you are seven years old and fitted with the type of batteries that go on and on even when all the others have come to a full stop. And so it is proving for the rest of my family. Apparently, my Mistress can usually be heard calling ‘Wait for me?’ to the rest of the party when they have yet again speeded off into the distance on their bicycles. She’s asked them if they could start walking to places. She’s good at that as she does it with me quite a lot, but the rest of the family don’t want to walk.
Shadow and I on the other paw, have moved on from debating foreign policy and are now considering the environment. When I say debating, it is all fairly one sided with me having to explain how the world works to Shadow and her running round saying “Can we play tag?” Foreign policy was a tough one for her as she has know nothing other than living in England yet. She is yet to know the delights of having her microchip scanned just so that she can return to England, despite the fact that we can travel freely through the rest of Europe. I thought I might be presented with an opportunity to reminisce and tell her all about my travels, but she wouldn’t sit still long enough, except when she was asleep and it loses something to be recounting a daring adventure and have your listener snore.