July 2010 Week 60 – 64
When mum keeps putting things in the caravan it is
a good sign that we are going away on a trip and she has been really
busy this week. But then just to confuse me we had a day out with Helen
and Ed at Audley End.
I rode all the way there with Ed on the back seat
and we had a great time. When we got there the park was just lovely and
we did a lot of walking. Helen borrowed a scooter which I wasn’t too
sure about to start with but I got used to it, and we all piled our
belongings on it so we didn’t have to carry anything.
We had a good look around the organic kitchen
garden, and if I say so myself our allotment has bigger and better
vegetables in it. Ed puts a lot of time and work in to the allotment and
he grows loads of things.
I quite like a few fresh vegetables and when we can
pick our own they are yummy. Sometimes I ask for a carrot when mum is
cleaning them and I like pea pods when they are young and crunchy. I
will never be a vegetarian, I like meat, fish and cheese too much, but a
bit of variety in the diet is good for one.
We had a very good picnic at lunchtime and met some
very nice people. It was a hot tiring day, but we ended with a cream tea
before we went home.
The very next day, Sunday, we hitched up the
caravan, and mum and I headed north, so I was right, we were going on a
trip.
We arrived at Top Lodge near Stamford at lunchtime
and were offered lunch, so we quickly put the caravan on a pitch and
joined the party. I met Minty, who is a retired greyhound. She is just
huge compared to me, but lovely. We sat under the trees in the shade
most of the afternoon and then mum and I had a walk in the woods. What a
great place. I walked with Minty on our last walk tonight. She doesn’t
want to run with me which I find odd. Surely if she used to run as a
career she should enjoy running with me, but I could not get her
interested. She won 8 races out of 16 and then she retired. Now that’s
impressive. I am pretty good at chasing rabbits, but my legs are about a
third of the size of Minty’s legs, so I think she would beat me if we
had a race.
Monday -- Mum and I followed the orange way-marked
route this morning through the woods and then had our breakfast when we
got home. We did not meet anyone on our walk, but I did get mum up early
today. Well, the sun was shining through the caravan roof and the birds
were singing so I just wanted to be out there enjoying this sunny
morning. Everyone had coffee together and then some of us went for a
walk to the hide. We sat very quietly and we saw woodpeckers and
squirrels, lots of tits and chaffinches and then four fallow deer walked
across the clearing in front of us. What an interesting morning, I have
never done that before.
We stayed four days and each day we went to the
hide. One day on the way back to the caravan there were some deer on the
path, but they ran away when they saw us. I was with Kim and Dave that
day and Dave and I gave chase, but they were too fast for us. Dave has
got shorter legs than me but she gave it her all. Yes, Dave is a girl.
Week 61
This morning, Thursday, we hitched up and headed
north again. I was a bit fed up and sat on the back seat with my head
down most of the time. I really enjoy being out in the caravan and I
thought we were going home, but two hours later we pulled up at a gate
and I started to cry with excitement. Here was a field of caravans and
we were joining them!
My friend Finlay the spaniel was already here and
so was my friend Cindy. Finlay was a bit grumpy at tea this afternoon
and he got shouted at.
Friday morning dawned, another wonderful sunny day
and mum and I set off to find a walk. We had found a gate at the corner
of the field last night and so this morning we went through it and just
followed our noses. A path led to a wood and we walked along a ridge
with wonderful views of the Derwent valley in Derbyshire. When we got
back mum told everyone about our walk and this afternoon we did it again
with Finlay and Cindy. Finlay was still a bit grumpy and on the way back
he ran off in front and we could not find him. We waited down by the
stream while Clive looked for him. That was good because I ran up and
down in the stream lots of times until I was really wet and I got so
excited. Then Finlay was found sitting at the gate waiting to get back
into the field, so we left the stream and went home. I cannot understand
why anyone would prefer to be at home when there is the most delightful
walk with a stream to be enjoyed. I think Finlay needs to get out more
and learn to enjoy himself.
We popped into Wirksworth for a paper and also had
a look at the Crich Tramway museum to see if dogs are welcome, which
they are. When it is a bit cooler we will have a day here.
Saturday 10th July
We met several people and dogs this morning
including 4 working wire haired Vizlars. They were so well behaved and
mum said I should take lessons from them. We followed a lady down to a
large pond where I had a swim and then we went rather a long way to get
home, so we did about 5 miles which was great.
After breakfast we went into Ashbourne to see
Christine and Hilton. Great news, they are having a new puppy next week,
a Cavalier King Charles spaniel, and she is to be called Sophie.
We had coffee on the terrace and I explored the
garden. They have some interesting bits where you can climb up and look
down on everyone, and also where you can hide round corners. After lunch
we walked into town, it was very busy with people and dogs, but lots of
interesting things to see. The men were packing away the market stalls
and I sat and watched from the steps of the Tourist Information Centre
while mum was picking up leaflets. There are a number of things on in
the next couple of weeks that she wants to go and see.
We stayed for dinner and it was dark when we got
home and mum had to struggle with the gates, because the farmer had
closed up for the night.
Sunday 11th July
We walked Peat Pit Wood this morning but did not go
into Shining Cliff Wood to the pond as we did yesterday. This was
because mum had promised Christine that she would help with the teas and
coffees at church this morning so we had to get going. I stayed with
Hilton and had a nap and then they all went out to lunch and I was left
for an hour or so. In the afternoon there was the strangest of noises. I
barked and then I howled time after time. The noise went on for nearly
half an hour and mum said we had to go home because she could not stand
it. The church where she had helped with the coffee is just below the
house and the noise was coming from the steeple. I have never heard
anything like it so I kept joining in, but it was not like the normal
music we have at home.
We came home and I had dinner at the caravan today
which was a tin. I have been having kidneys so this was not up to the
normal standard.
Monday 12th
We woke up to the sound of pitter patter on the
roof this morning. We have had no rain for weeks, so it will be good for
the allotment if it is raining at home. When I say we woke up I am of
course referring to the royal ‘we’. I wake up about 5.30am and then I
remember mum is here and so I walk along the caravan and lick her face.
She usually gives me a pat and says “too early” and I have to go back to
bed. Sometimes, like this morning I wait a few minutes and then I creep
up on her bed and snuggle down. What a great way to start the day having
a cuddle with mum in bed.
We had a reasonably dry walk through Peat Pit Wood,
but the rain started again when we got home. Mum asked me if I knew why
it was called Peat Pit Wood today, she says the names of the 2 woods are
very interesting and we should find out where they have come from. There
is an old trackway that we follow which is just so bumpy because it was
made with big and small stones and the ground goes up and down. It must
have been extremely uncomfortable to have ridden in a carriage hundreds
of years ago. No wonder they had wheels come off and sometimes they
tipped over. Imagine what an adventure it was to travel anywhere.
There was a man called Robin Hood who lived in a
great big wood just like ours and he used to stop the carriages and take
money from rich people and give it to the poor. Tomorrow I am promised
stories of highwaymen so it will be an interesting walk again.
It is our day in today, when we are in charge of
the field. We have to look after all the caravans and another one
arrived today so we put it in the right place and told them where the
water is and made sure they settled in alright.
Tuesday 13th
There was a highwayman called Dick Turpin who
robbed everyone he could and eventually he was caught stealing horses.
Mum says he came to a sticky end. Does that mean he fell from his horse
into a pot of honey?
It rained a bit today and I had to be dried off
after our walk. Finlay told me today that his dad forgot to pack his
raincoat for the last caravan rally and he was made to go out in a
Morrison’s carrier bag with holes cut in it for his legs. No wonder he
gets grumpy. Does nothing for a chap’s street cred, having to wear a
carrier bag.
Wednesday
Mum went on a tour of Strutt’s Mill at Belper today
and learned all about cotton. She found out that our stony path through
the woods which is very wide for a path was a packhorse route. The
horses carried bales of cotton on each side and took it to the mills on
the Derwent. That must have been such hard work, trudging along those
rough paths up and down hills for mile after mile with great big heavy
loads strapped on them. They must have been pleased when the railway
was built and they didn’t have to do it any more.
A family called Kelly who lived in Shining Cliff
Wood many years ago were charcoal burners. They had eight children and
lived under a big tree. Someone wrote a song about them called ‘rock a
bye baby in the treetops, when the wind blows the baby doth rock’,
because that is exactly what happened, when the wind blew the baby would
be gently rocked to sleep in the branches of the tree. Fancy living in a
tree with all the birds and squirrels. I think it would be nice in the
summer but not very good in the winter in the cold and the snow.
This evening, mum and I went round to Finlay’s
caravan. There were plenty of chews and biscuits so it was a good
evening.
Week 62 Thursday
We met Stanley a Springer Spaniel on our walk this
morning and he and I had such a good time. We raced through the woods
together, backwards and forwards and round in circles. He lives near
here and does this walk every day. I thought that I was pretty fit but
he kept jumping over the dry stone walls and I was not quite brave
enough to follow him.
Mick and Dorothy came round for coffee today and I
jumped all over them and so
I was pretty tired after all of this exercise.
Then, just before lunch, Ken and Dorothy said did I want to go for a
walk in the woods, so off we went again. They thought that I was a bit
subdued today but they did not know that I had already run several miles
earlier this morning.
Mum went out for a bit of retail therapy this
afternoon and I was pleased to have a nap. Liver for dinner tonight and
then I collapsed on the bunk again for a well earned rest. Somebody wake
me for breakfast.
Friday
Went to have lunch with Sophie today. Sophie is a
nine week old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who has been adopted by
Hilton and Christine. She is the smallest dog that I have ever seen. We
took lots of pictures and here are some of them.
Saturday 17th July
Mum and I went to the National Tramway Museum at
Crich today. We had a lot of fun riding on the trams.
The first one we went on was the Sheffield one and
we were downstairs at the front just behind the driver. It was
interesting to see how he worked the pedals and the brake. When we got
to the end of the track the driver and conductor changed ends and
instead of being at the front mum and I were now at the back. The people
upstairs changed the seats round to face the other way and back we went
down the track.
We got off at the next stop and went for a walk in
the woods and stopped on the bridge and looked down at the track.
We had our picnic lunch and then walked back to
where the trams started from. Then we decided to ride on the open top
London tram and we clambered up the very steep twisting stairs and sat
right at the back. This time we rode all the way up the track, turned
our seats round, so now we were at the front of the tram, and rode all
the way down. I will let the pictures tell the story, but I enjoyed the
wind in my fur so much as we came down the hill on the tram, that I kept
popping my head out of the car window when we drove home.
The speed we were going took all the curls out of
my fur and I really could have done with a pair of goggles.
Sunday 18th July
Mum and Dorothy went out today and I stayed with
Ken. He really likes to walk and run so I got four more walks in the
wood after my normal morning walk and we ran up and down the field quite
a few times. I slept all evening stretched out on the bunk, after I had
had my dinner.
Monday 19th
It was a cleaning morning so it was better to stay
out of the way or you might get washed and polished. Then mum went off
to Bakewell market and when she came home I got a pig’s ear and a new
toy. I stayed with Maureen for the morning and Cindy was there too. We
sat under the hedge in the shade.
Tonight we had a chat with the farmer, and mum
asked him about the Bear pond and Bear pub names. Although he owns Bear
pond, he didn’t know the history, but he said the house just up the road
used to be an inn and was called the Packhorse and both pubs were on the
Manchester to London coaching route. The route was down Dalley Lane to
Belper and he thinks this lane was a Roman road. Imagine all those Roman
soldiers who built these roads and then marched up and down all these
hills. We are right on top of a hill and we have great views on our
walks.
Wednesday 21st July
Christine and Hilton came to us for lunch, but they
did not bring Sophie, so that was a disappointment, but while they were
all eating I went off with Dorothy and Ken for a walk.
Week 63
Thursday 22nd July
Moving on; after an early start and walk we hitched
up the caravan and off we went again. When we stopped we were at the
Vanmaster factory at Wigan. We had come to get the caravan serviced and
to have a few jobs done. We left them working on our caravan and off we
went to Haigh Hall. What a great place, on the outskirts of Wigan and
miles of walks to explore.
Friday 23rd July
We did not get a good night’s sleep in the noisy
factory yard, and we had to vacate the caravan early to let the work
continue, but it meant we went back to Haigh Hall for several hours of
walking again.
We returned to the factory, hitched on the caravan
and started south. We only went 50 miles but we got stuck in a traffic
jam on the M6 and so it took us over 2 hours to get to our next stop at
Nantwich.
Nice spot here, but a rather large horse in the
next field was just a bit too friendly for my liking.
Saturday 24th July
A nice sunny day and Helen who lives on the Wirral
came over for lunch.
Sunday 25th July
Up early and hitched on. Today we are going home.
We did not stop today, and we had a good run and were home by lunchtime.
Monday 26th July
I took up my normal guarding position on the stairs
so that I can see anyone walking through the close, but mum caught me
off duty snatching a quick nap. Well it has been a tiring three weeks
holiday.
Week 64
Thursday 29th July
It has been all go this week, washing, ironing,
grass cutting, well it is tiring just to watch mum.
Friday 30th July
We went to the coach station today and picked up
Helen who lives on the Wirral. She had come all the way from Birkenhead
to stay with us for a few days.
Saturday and Sunday I spent with Helen and Ed, and
I hurt my leg. It was really painful to put any weight on it, so I
hopped around on three legs. I also had an upset stomach, which mum says
I have got from eating anything that I can find when I am out.
Monday, and I was just so depressed. I spent most
of my day in my basket feeling sorry for myself. Mum gave me some
painkillers in the afternoon and then I started to feel a bit better.
Tuesday I had another day with Helen and Ed, and
Wednesday 4th August, a day with Bryan at number 2 and by then I was
beginning to feel my normal boisterous self.
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