Ah - Chailey. Last meeting at Plumpton, Arkwright and I walked to the jump at the top of the hill past the winning post, and admired the stunning views from there. I didn't realise we could see so far - in the distance is the white windmill at North Chailey, so that's more or less where His Gorgeousness came from.
I'd love to be the guest snoring away in that room, with him snoring alongside. I know some people disapprove of pets on beds, but I don't. The only problem was when my cats would lie on my legs, pinning me! If I finally just had to move, they simply rode it out, resuming their positions. It used to get a bit much when my ginger stripey queen would walk up onto my chest, kneading me with very sharp claws, purring away like an old traction engine.