Treats upon treats! Pack member 4, formally known as Corin and Anna, his partner
who is suffering from a cruel Christmas flu have taken me to Parsley Hay. It used to be a railway station but is now just for cyclists and walkers. Sorry about the picture but pack leader has a mild steam fetish; loves the smell of smoke and the sounds. No surprise then that he has asthma.
Anyway, besides being subjected to the “can’t stop for a loo break” torture it was a very fine walk! People were nice as were the dogs until one got near to my lunch. He knows better now. Slightly queezy moment when I got stuck at the top of a steep drop; but deployed my four wheel drive and scrabbled to safety.
Home now. Eaten my tea and assumed the upside down position in front of the fire.
My park has a river down the side of it. We walk along it often. Just now the green things are really starting to come out and the wild garlic is beating everything else.
My apparent pack leader is babbling on about how great this could be because he thinks it can be great in recipes. Thank goodness I am a dog and get to eat mashed up bits of animal and pigs ears and such like. This green stuff is quite nasty.
Not for the first time he has come up with an anti-dog comment. He seems to suggest that because the canine community piddles all over it they cannot eat it. So faddy can’t they just rinse it under the tap!
Anyway stop wingeing and get me home for some good healthy meaty nutrition.
But just to demonstrate I am not anti-human there are some good recipes here:
Wonderful Coniston in the heart of the Southern Lakes. In 2009 it was a beautiful sunny day. This year a touch damp! Not to worry on the way I got a trip on the ferry across Windermere – 6 minutes of zero excitement but No.1 and 2 both seemed taken with it – strange animals!
Then the rain really came down. We slid sideways in the mud to get to the car park – I liked that. There were lurchers and greyhounds and terriers everywhere – brilliant! A truly dog friendly world.
But true to form “they” dragged me to the tea and cake tent.
It was a lovely day but damp enough for a retreat to a warm and dry coffee – yes poor me abandoned in the car.
Then my time racing about at the top of the lake just by Waterhead – nice tea some new food in a box – managed to devour quite a bit while 1 and 2 were waxing lyrical about some nonsense. Then damn it all POOR ME ABANDONED AGAIN this time while they went to Lucy’s Bistro in Ambleside – delightful tapas according to the evil abandoners – though I must say I enjoyed my postprandial nap.
Then homeward bound – a nice snooze all the way down the M6 and then home to bed – what a lot of beauty sleep. It’s no wonder I am such a handsome dog.
Things are looking up! They found a nice dog friendly hotel at Waterhead which they tell me is at the northern end of Lake Windermere. According to Hunter Davis there is only one lake in the Lake District and that is Bassenthwaite so we are on Windermere! Hunter Davis wrote a popular book about the Lakes – The Good Guide to the Lakes – with lots of facts and lists. He also wrote a biography of A. Wainwright – the awesome author of the Pictorial Guides – which Number 1 says are the best guides in the world ever. A little susceptible to hyperbole me thinks! And he wrote about Wordsworth, Beatrix and Eddie Stobbart – all with Lakeland links and more later.
Educated or what! Surely this is the best dog blog in the world ever.
Anyway the hotel was Regent by the Lake which Numbers 1 and 2 really liked. They spent a lot of time in the shower anyway. And breakfast is served until midday so the hotel is very popular with lazy people.
I must say I enjoyed the food – there was some gammon and Cumberland sausage. It was great for morning walks because there is a park just round the bend which leads to the ruins of Galava a Roman fort from 79AD and a wildflower pasture that was under lots of “mere”.
We visited Nick and Myra some old friends of 1 and 2 and apparently they had a nice lunch – I just recall a half hearted walk in the rain.
On the last day we went to a forest – Whinlatter. It was fantastic miles of wild space and not a single sheep to upset!