A scrap at last!
After all the rain we have had over the last few days at our cottages (click here) it sounded like a great idea to go for a walk from Carlton Lees car park to Chatsworth House. Ok it was likely to be a bit muddy but nothing we couldn’t handle. It wasn’t till we go to the car park that we realise why we were walking from Carlton Lees. There was a Christmas fair on at Chatsworth that mistress wanted to go to. So why not park at Chatsworth? Well apparently they were charging £10 to park there and master being a Yorkshireman wouldn’t pay it. So we parked at Carlton Lees and walked over to Chatsworth from there. Bit of a result I thought until I found out how muddy it was. There were streams where I am sure there weren’t streams before and massive puddles you couldn’t possibly jump over. One stream in particular was a bit wide and cold. Master just walked across, mistress walked across it a bit gingerly, idiot brother got soaked because he misjudged the distance and I went further up stream to find a narrower spot.
Did I say something?
Apart from getting filthy (which we knew would result in a hosing down when we got home) we got to Chatsworth in reasonable time (even with mistress stopping every few minutes to admire the view). Initially the crowds were a bit much. No one seems to notice dogs in crowds and we were forever getting jostled and nearly stood on. Mistress seemed to be in her element as there were food stalls all over. Only one stall selling dog things and we were frog marched past that pretty quickly. As usual at this sort of thing we have to keep stopping to let mistress sample things and buy all sorts of stuff that we will never see. Master just stands and suffers with us. At lunch time we (they) managed to find a seat in the stable yard and had a ‘Hog roast’. It looked big enough to share around but as normal we just got a few scraps. By now the crowds had thinned out and the late afternoon sun was shinning so it was quite pleasant ambling around sniffing all the cooking smells and being fussed over while sitting waiting for mistress at every other stall. We even got a bit of pie (called Shirley’s Pie – very appropriate) from one stall holder.
I see no ships!
On the way back to the car master decided to go via higher ground to try and avoid all the puddles which we were grateful for. Once back at the car mastered muttered the ‘G’ word (Garden Centre) so off we had to go to the Chatsworth Garden Centre (at Carlton Lees). We of course had to stay in the car but poor old master had to go. We just sat and brooded about the forthcoming hosepipe wash we were going to get when we got home. Not a nice thought at all.
As expected on arrival home the first thing that happened was ‘Smudge come here’. Then the freezing cold hosepipe. Idiot brother ran off but was soon caught by master and dragged back to the hose pipe. All in all a nice day spoilt by a cold hosepipe.
Do you have any food?
Doesn’t look too bad to me
Its been a busy week here at our cottages (click here). Most days during the week I have been over to Buxton helping master out with the new house. At long last we seem to be getting somewhere. We have a back lawn that I can say is just about OK. I haven’t tried digging in it yet just in case master sees me (I don’t think he would be impressed). He didn’t take any notice from me about the gate but then it is only 3 foot so if I need to I can soon get over that. He did get a bit annoyed with me when I ran after a CAT on Friday. I had forgotten all about the road (well you do don’t you) and just darted after the damn thing. Unfortunately it ran up a sheer cliff face so I couldn’t get at it but if I had been just that bit quicker I would have had it. Master was livid. Unfortunately for me he had told me to ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ which basically means don’t move. Ok I know that but this was an emergency and OK I shouldn’t have run across the road but there was no need to go on like he did.
Still young at heart
On Thursday I helped him clear up the leaves from the back lawn. Not sure we have ever had that many leaves before. We blew them all into a heap (with my help) and then master went to get the 4×4 and trailer to take them away. It took master and mistress and myself at least five trailer loads to get rid of them. Smudge just sat and watched. Not much use at all.
Waiting for Lunch
Today we went for a walk from Hartington along the upper Dove river to what mistress claimed was a castle. Looked like a few mounds of grass to me (master was equally impressed). Mistress did enjoy the view of her favourite hill off in the distance and we sat and had lunch looking over the valley (well they had lunch and we had a bowl of water and a few bits of crust). Smudge disgraced himself during lunch by charging off after a para-glider away in the distance. OK. I chased it as well but it was Smudge that started it. We are not too keen on para-gliders so we make sure they keep their distance. These did but master and mistress were not very happy with us.
On the way back we had to cross a field of sheep which was a bit scary. Luckily master shooed them out of the way so I could get through the gate. I wasn’t going through it with those vicious things standing there. Even worse we came across a field full of cows. I was just about to run off to find a way round them when master grabbed me and put me back on my lead. He then forced me to walk through the things. They looked very menacing to me. But luckily we got through without incident.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
At long last a walk. It seems to have been ages since we were taken out for a walk. As it was such a nice day on Saturday at our peak district cottages and Mistress didn’t have anyone coming in (everyone had arrived on Friday) it was decided to go for a a short walk up at Grindleford Station (I suspect master fancied one of the bacon butties they do in the cafe). When we got there it was so nice we decided we would walk up the right hand side of Padley Gorge and back down the other side. The right hand side is the more interesting side but usually a bit of a climb in places (OK for master and us but not for mistress). To keep mistress happy we decided not to hug the stream as we normally do but keep to a path which is a bit further away from the stream. Mistress found this a lot easier and we therefore progressed at least at a snails pace as they stopped to take photos or look at trees. As we know the area well we were let of our leads as soon as we go to the gorge and it was great fun playing amongst all the leaves in the Autumn sunshine. When we got to the top of the gorge it was decided that we would walk on up to the National Trust tea shop at the Longshaw Estate about half a mile away. Master was a bit grumpy during lunch as he didn’t like his bacon buttie much and kept muttering about how nice the ones at the Cafe at Grindleford were.
Me in Padley Gorge
He felt it was over cooked and too salty. Well I would have eaten it for him. I am very obliging that way. But oh no he ‘struggled’ on with it. Not even a bowl of water for us. “Drink from the stream if you are thirsty” was all I got from master. I am a dog not a fish and the water tastes disgusting. What is wrong with a bowl of fresh water. Idiot brother of course will drink from anywhere.
The return journey was uneventful other than master getting us lost and us ending up back on the right hand side of the river but we were nearly back by then so it didn’t matter. Master never did get his bacon buttie from the Cafe.
Idiot brother has been at home a lot more recently. In fact I had to spend the entire day with him, on my own, when master took mistress shopping to get her supply of chocolates etc. What a pain. Instead of just relaxing and waiting for them to come back he is constantly on the move, barking at everything he hears and generally being a pain. ‘Doing his security bit’ is what he says. Being a pain is what I say. Why can’t they leave him in another part of the house. Then I could get in some serious duvet time.
How kind. All for me?
I have been helping out at our house in Buxton most of the week, so haven’t seen much of Mistress or Smudge at our (click here). We are getting on quite well although of course things do keep going wrong that I have to sort out. They are still talking about putting a gate between the drive and road. Why? How am I (or any other dog) supposed to wander off if there is a gate in the way. OK, in my youth I could have jumped it without problem but these days its getting a bit harder. Master just won’t listen and is currently taking no notice of my suggestions regarding the gate. I even tried the cheaper without a gate ploy (play to his Yorkshire meanness) but nothing.
A bit further to the right please.
The inside is now all but finished. Master is just putting a few final things on the walls (towel rails etc). I have found a few cosy spots to settle down in although I keep getting chased out of the bedrooms. Well if they don’t have a bed, how am I supposed to know and how can they be bedrooms if there is no bed in them? I can’t remember any rule that says I can’t go in rooms that don’t have beds. But then the rules around here are constantly changing. I have a job keeping up, so tend to ignore most of them until there is the dreaded “BLUE” cry from master.
Smudge and Mistress came over on Tuesday to see how we were doing. I think they were impressed. I hope so. I have done a lot of work (unlike Smudge). What with supervising, checking all the garden for dog suitability, checking the house for cosiness etc. Its a never ending job. I even have to clear up all the leftovers at lunch time. Without Smudge around that can be quite a big job.
Even when we get back to our cottages there is always something to do. Today it was helping master with getting in the logs and clearing the creeper off the front of the house. No rest for a helpful dog.
Helpful as always.