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Friday 31 May 2013

Standing Room Only

Wednesday is spent walking around the Dentdale valley, all the time trying not to stray too far from a short cut home in case Doggo’s limp flared up. Not that the number of huge dog un-friendly stiles helped him much. We continually had to lift him over these.

The project was actually to find Dent train station, the highest mainline train station in England at 1150 feet above sea level. We found it eventually but it was right up the top of a big hill and we didn’t think it was worth pushing Doggo’s ageing limbs up there, so we just waved at it from a distance. It was also about 4 miles away from Dent itself, which is a hell of a long way to drag a suitcase.

Our evenings were spent alternating between the two pubs but we also popped in to the Dent museum aka the Heritage Centre, which had a lot of info and memorabilia on the Dalesfolk of times past. It also had a lot about knitting, so obviously L was in her element.

On Thursday we left the quiet tranquillity of the Yorkshire Dales and hopped across the M6 to the Lakes where we were due to meet up with L’s sister. Predictably for a school holiday week, it was standing room only. Our usual campsite at Great Langdale was packed; they were even camping in fields that I didn’t know you were allowed to camp in. L was a bit miffed at this invasion of ‘our’ campsite. I mean where were all these people in January? I think they should have a separate field just for regulars.

Bizarrely most of the campers appeared to be the sort of folk who once at a campsite prefer not to leave it and the Old Dungeon Ghyll pub was quieter than it usually is in winter. Truly bizarre but very welcome. Although we eat over at Chapel Stile in the Wainwright’s first before ending up there.

On Friday we break new ground and go for a walk near Coniston that takes us around the 'lake' at Tarn Hows. We start and finish our walk in near solitude but Tarn Hows itself is very much a tourist trap, as we discover as we pass through the area. Nice ice creams though.

In the evening we head to L’s sister's cottage in Ambleside which is on the road up to the Kirkstone Pass known as ‘The Struggle’. We head out for a meal and a drink with them at the Queens Hotel which has a decent range of beer but not as good as the Travellers Rest. Which we popped into post-walk, as we had a bit of time to kill, where the recently illusive Snecklifter was hiding. That had to be sampled of course and then re-sampled, just to be sure.

Tomorrow (Saturday) is race day because naturally no holiday is complete without a race.
(Friday 31st May)

Tuesday 28 May 2013

Tearful Farewell

This morning we take our little girl, Daughter, to East Midlands Airport and bid her a tearful farewell as she heads off to La Rochelle for all of five days. Although she looks like she’s being sent away for ten years hard labour. As she's going to join her father, this may well be the case.

He drove out there without her because he was planning on taking a barbecue but then didn’t. So in the end this flight was unnecessary but here we are and she looks so worried you’d think it was her first time on a plane. You wouldn’t know she’d done around a dozen skiing holidays and even a trip abroad with her friends.

We say our goodbyes and leg it. Well the car park is half an hour at a flat rate and then it escalates sharply thereafter. We try to pay but can’t find the ticket machines, which have been craftily hidden behind a building in Arrivals and we’re in Departures. If I was cynic I’d say this was a devious means to increase revenue.

Then we’re on a blissfully quiet M6, if the M6 can ever be described as such. The joys of travelling on a Saturday I guess, when most people are already where they want to be.

We leave the motorway at J34, two junctions early, to drive through the countryside into
Dentdale and what I suppose is its capital Dent. We camp, take a short hike and then find the pub.  

There are two and first we try the Sun, and then move on to the George & Dragon, home of the Dent Brewery. Where the prize exhibit is T'Owd Tup, at 6% not to taken lightly.

 (Tuesday 28th May)

Monday 27 May 2013


It's a Bank Holiday today and a day at home, doing DIY! Well fixing the toilet overflow, re-securing a pipe on the new heated towel rail and fitting a new sink plug. Way to go.

Ok so it’s really really small fry DIY but it was also jobs that really really needed doing.

We’re off on holiday tomorrow via East Midlands Airport, it’s not often you do that without actually getting on the plane.

(Monday 27th May)

Sunday 26 May 2013

Sort Of Lukewarm

Today is the second day at the Nottingham Dog Agility Show and I live in hope that the little tyke might redeem himself a little. Although we have to wait until after lunch to find out.

Doggo does his run first thing, is clear and is done for the day. Paws up for him. Then we kick our heels waiting for MD’s first run to come up. It’s a pleasant-ish heel kick though as we watch our club’s teams compete in the small and medium dog Crufts Team Qualifiers. The Large dogs, including MD, go in the afternoon. When he also has to fit in his three individual runs.

It’s also very hot again and actually MD is a little hotter today, sort of lukewarm. Five faults in his first individual run and then clear in Team. In fact the only clear in our team, so we have bragging rights for that, if nothing else.

Neither of his last two runs are clear but are much improved from yesterday. So I can take L out to the pub tonight with a least something to celebrate. We go to the Hand and Heart where the beer is again excellent and the meal we have there is ok but nothing special, considering the rather high price.

(Sunday 26th May)

Saturday 25 May 2013

This Is A Jump

Today is the first of two days at the Nottingham Dog Agility Show and the weather turns suddenly very hot.

The question is, will the same thing happen to MD? Will he turn suddenly red hot? 

Nope. First two runs... bloody rubbish, both of them. He has one more chance to redeem himself then it’s down to Doggo to save the day, yet again.

Redemption does not come his way. So Superhero Doggo arrives and runs his course clear, not once but twice, as the timing didn’t work first time.

I get home and immediately sentence MD to the hard labour of extra training in the garden. It goes along the lines of ‘this is jump’. Once he’s got that concept we move on to ‘now jump over it’. Eventually I feel some progress is being made. We have a team run tomorrow, so no pressure.

(Saturday 25th May)