Returning to Vicky and Dave’s without Jet felt different, his absence a quiet echo on the forest paths he once loved. Yet Perla, their affectionate Greek rescue, carried the home with her playful energy and love of cuddles. Summer days stretched into adventures, boys’ trips to the Devil’s Punch Bowl, laughter-filled table tennis matches in the garden, and golden evenings where Perla never strayed far. It was a sit filled with warmth, joy, and the gentle reminder that love con

Frosty mornings led us into the amber forest with Jet and Perla, the air crisp and the paths scattered with dens that felt almost magical. Evenings drew us back to the warmth of a crackling log fire, the house a cosy haven against the winter chill. For Dylan, it was a time of belonging, joining local craft sessions, making decorations, and being welcomed into the village tribe as if he had always been part of it.