Despite taking two days to drive down here it’s a bit of a marathon. The second day having to either go through or around Lyon is always a bit of a trial, and this year was no different. Another reason for the title of this post is because I keep having to explain to people why my mini dachshund is called Blodri. It’s not a Welsh name – a weird variant of Blodwyn. She was named by a breeder who bought her in Scotland and then had to drive her all the way back to SE England with wailing children and howling dog – it felt like a b….y long drive!