For Mum anyways!
Last week we had a nice sunny Saturday and as usual TNP said to Mum ‘Where do you want to go?’ Mum doesn’t really like making decisions and TNP doesn’t like Mum not making them so eventually she said somewhere new and somewhere woody. We went somewhere near Wastwater lake. It started off very nice…
And just a little bit of a climb, but it be nice and sunny and pretty views and good sniffings for me. Early on we could choose between two forks in the road. Mum said ‘let’s follow the sun’ and chose the high path. At the top we got to a stile what TNP had to carry me over and then we walked through some fields which would normally have cows in. Mum never likes these kind of fields cos they doesn’t have a proper laid out path and TNP usually leads us along the cow’s paths which Mum grumbles about a lot and gets left behind. She says the cows leave it all wet and muddy and make lots of holes so you can’t tell where to put your feet cos the grass grows over the holes and it hurts her little leggies plus she says she casnot look at the pretty view cos she has to look at the ground all the time. I has four paw drive so I don’t mind at all! Although I do mind her being so slow!
On this particular walk the frost still be on the ground and so the mud be nice and crunchy and not sinky and so Mum felt quite happy. Until we started going down hill and there more water and so it got pretty slippy. Mum put her foot on a thawed out boggy bit which sucked her shoe in and and then felt pretty unhappy when her foot got all wet and it just got worse (for her) from there. Her legs started getting tired from walking on the uneven ground and she hit a slippy bit and fell on her bum.
After her trip Mum photographed the ‘so-called-path’ and blamed TNP for it’s existence. As you can see, I not in the piccure, I thought it best to stay out of a hysterical Mum’s way.
Then it just got worse! Mum’s nerves got a bit frayed, TNP kept looking at his map and trying to show Mum that they were going the right way and then she fell over again and dipped her camera in a mud puddle. TNP tooked it after that cos Mum started doing her scary cry/laughing and TNP got a bit distressed. He and me not like it when Mum not happy. You know she a ‘Southern Softie’ really not a tough northerner who beed doing walks and climbings and sporty things all her life. Anyway she only fell over one more time after that but both peoples felt pretty miserable until we spied a gate and the ‘real path’ back again. I love going through gates so it made me pretty happy too! Doesn’t be worried about Mum though, she didn’t get hurt cos she was going down hill and just fell backwards each time. TNP tried to hold her hand on some bits but Mum likes to be a scaredy-people and choose her own ‘safe’ looking bits to step on.
After that it got better and Mum felt a bit braver and cheered up.
A bit deeper in the woods we came across a shooting party. It be pretty exciting to me, loud bangs and men and dogs (I spotted Labradogs, springy spaniels, and some german pointers). They was all running around happy doing their jobs, some ignored me and a couple said hello, but they all wanted to find some birds! Hunting a pretty popular sport up here and it makes Mum upset because she a weirdo vegetarian (I know, right?! she gives really rubbish left overs) the hunters buy lots of baby chick pheasants and put them in the woods and feed them and then come out and shoot them all. But she says at least they do get eaten and get to live naturalish lives, better than poor battery hens.
We carried on walking until TNP’s may pointed out a ford, not a car, but water going across the path. TNP skipped over some stones…
Mum didn’t thing that seemed like a good idea, so she walked along the stream a bit and found a little log bridge thing. She felt very proud of herself for getting across on her own steam. Of course, I just walked right through.
To end the walk on a happy ending, just as we left the woods, 3 pheasants went strolling past us way higher than the shooting party. Go Pheasants! (I doesn’t like pheasant, or else I might be saying something different, hehe!)
And now lastly, For True colours… (sorry it not a thursday) Celestial blue and primrose yellow!
Oh, and me, going home.
With some of the woods in my tail for keepsakes.
~lickies, Ludo (The adventurer!)