Dear Loochington, Daddy went for a long jog this morning. It was already quite warm at 6 a.m., so it was a good job he carried a bottle of water with him. Water is what Daddy has instead of Loocho; it’s another source of moisture, a bit like what you enjoy in the lake, or sometimes in the river, but not in the sea, of course. There were beautiful views as the dawn broke over the Île de Ré and fortunately there was a cool breeze on the way back. Look after mummy, because she is not very well to-day, but if you are a good nurse, she will be better soon.
Best wishes, Loochington!
Love from Daddy X
How are you? Mummy tells me that you have been for a riverside walk this morning and that you built a small castle in the park. Well done! I have just returned from a cycle ride to a deserted beach beyond Loix. On my way, a bird of prey, which I have yet to identify, swept down and caught a rodent, but fearing my approach released it, allowing it to scurry away to safety, squeaking in commingled alarm and relief. I hope you are enjoying plenty of Loocho in my absence and that the cat is behaving. You would like it here, but perhaps not at this time of the year.
Lots of love.