One look at Grace when I went to get her in from the field, and I knew she had eaten…

The colourful banners at the Eurotunnel terminal at Calais spell out the words Treat Shop Relax Refresh Eat. But it…

Market day in Bergerac and the streets are paved with chicken bones. As a spaniel, I am bound to say…

Bonjour mes amis! Cydney spaniel ici, en France! Well, the Eurotunnel was very nice, although the dog departure lounge could…

‘Of course, there will be no air quality now,’ said a friend, shaking her head over my support for Brexit.…

We fled Balham after the result, having been outed as the only Leave voters in Lambeth. The builder boyfriend and…

The cottage in Surrey has fallen through, for the time being at least. Maybe I am going to be a…

‘This EU passport is an outrage. I want a British one!’ Not my words, Cydney’s. The spaniel is coming round…

Would you like a Labour party manifesto with your breakfast?’ the tattooed, multi-pierced waitress might as well have asked as…

Turns out you can’t eat grass. A horse does something clever to it in its mouth that humans can’t. Fine,…

After a tense two week stand-off, the Balham Airbnb Crisis has been resolved. My upstairs neighbour and I have drawn…

Some people call their house Dun Roamin’ to sum up their state of mind. After ten weeks ministering to my…

Hello, Cydney spaniel here. She’s lying in a darkened room so I’m to tell you what happened. To cut a…

Buffy Sainte-Marie said it best. ‘The lights of town are at my back, my heart is full of stars./ And…