One year gone

We've consulted a calendar and discovered that it's one year to the day since we left the green shores of Ireland with a furry little gimp in tow. Dougal's one year old now and he's getting ruder by the day.

Where does the time go? We're on the home straight now. Three months of good time while travelling will fly by.

Miss you all back home.

Have a look back at the day it all started here. Dougal was so white and pure though he did get stuck into the booze at the first opportunity.

UPDATE: Dougal was on the lash all weekend. He doesn't remember half of it and only one photo has emerged. Look at his pupils, he's out of his woolly head.