Mistress has wanted to try ‘climbing’ Chrome Hill over in the Upper Dove Valley for years. Until today she has always found an excuse why not to but today all excuses had been used up and it was the day. Mistress is not good at heights (high heals and she can be in trouble) so the thought of having to go along a high up ridge line filled her with trepidation but being one for ‘views’ she just knew she had to ‘climb’ it. We set off from Bolehill Cottages (click to see) relatively early and headed off over to Longnor and then on to a tiny little village, Hollingsclough, where we parked up and set off. The first mile just bode well for the rest of the walk. It took us over an hour. Well to be more precise it took mistress over an hour, we just wandered off exploring waiting for her to catch up. OK it was a bit tricky in places but not that bad. Then we got lost (handy things SATNAVs). But master managed to figure out were we were supposed to be and after some scrambling and mistress having to slide down a hill on her bum we got back onto the correct path.
The path up to the top of Chrome hill wasn’t as steep as mistress had feared. In fact we found it quite easy although mistress went white every time we looked over the edge. It was quite a long way down I suppose but as long as you didn’t slip it didn’t seem a big problem. We (me and idiot brother) ‘summited’ just in time for lunch. Unfortunately we had to then wait for mistress who looked a bit worse for ware when she arrived 15-20 minutes later. Master didn’t look much better either. Anyhow after the mandatory summit photos we could settle down to lunch.
Master had remembered a snack for us! He is getting better at remembering. Mind you, our snack didn’t look as interesting as their sandwiches. Mistress did enjoy the views. You could see for miles. Unfortunately we were tied up during lunch to stop us ‘running off over the edge’. Do I look stupid? Why would I do that? Anyway it did mean I had to hang around to see if there was any extra lunch going. There wasn’t.
The way down was a lot easier than the way up. We had all expected mistress to take hours getting down again but as it turns out she made it relatively quickly (for mistress). The walk back to the car was a simple stroll or should have been. When we got to one field with some sheep in it, two of the big lambs got a bit above themselves and came and tried to scare me. Well I just stood my ground and gave them the ‘Collie Stare’.
That worried them and they moved off to try and intimidate idiot brother. Well that is not hard. He took one look a the two lambs running towards him and ran off down the path with the lambs chasing him. Master was in stitches and Mistress wasn’t much better. When master had recovered we all had to go back along the path to persuade him to come back. No chance he wasn’t going anywhere near were the vicious lambs were. He is a disgrace to the collie breed. They are small Sheep. He is a sheep dog. He should be chasing them! Anyhow in the end master managed to get hold of him and put him on a lead so we could drag him back through the sheep and then on back to the car.
Me on the packhorse bridge
Well at long last. After weeks of being dragged round shows, gardens, well dressings and goodness knows what we were at long last taken on a proper walk. What is it with mistress. Isn’t one show a year, and one garden a year good enough. Anyway on Tuesday it was agreed we would all go for a walk to see the heather on the moors up at Howden reservoir. We left a bit late due to saying goodbye to guests from our cottages (click to see) but it wasn’t too late by the time we parked up at the northern end of Howden reservoir. We set off along the track up to the slippery stones bridge and then on up onto the moor. We were let off our leads from the start so we could explore which was just as well with the speed mistress was walking. As we came away from the bridge we met a National Trust man who explained that a Helicopter was helping them deliver some fence posts up onto the moor.
Admiring the view
Now in general we don’t like things that buzz around in the sky but this particular helicopter didn’t seem to be too bad and it did have a job to do rather than just annoying us like they usually do. So we were not too concerned. Mistress is always fascinated with anything that flies so we had to hang around while she watched it coming and going. In the end even mistress got bored and we could continue up the hill. I think it was a bit steep for master as he kept stopping for breath. It didn’t seem too steep to me.
Once we were up on the top it was declared to be lunch time, so we all set about finding somewhere to sit, out of the wind (it was a bit blowy up there). In the end master found a great spot out of the wind with magnificent views over the moor towards Howden reservoir. Then master dropped his bombshell. He had forgotten to pack our chews. It has become a regular thing to bring along something for us to eat. Master felt it was easier giving Smudge something of his own to eat rather than Smudge virtually sitting on his lap while master ate his sandwiches. But he had forgotten! Smudge was devastated but soon got over it once he had been given a few crusts etc.
Taking a rest on one of the shooting butts
The next stage of the walk was a bit tricky for mistress. We dropped down from the ridge to a lower ‘footpath’ but there was no ‘footpath’ that we could see. Master’s Satnav thing said we were within a few feet of it but none of us could find it so we had to walk through heather, scrub and bracken for about a mile. Mistress found this very hard going. Even we took our time as the heather in places was over the top of us. There was an amusing bit where master fell into a creek. Luckily it wasn’t too full but he did get a bit wet. After about a mile we did find a footpath of sorts and started to descend back towards the reservoir. Once back to the reservoir it was just a matter walking along the track back to Slippery Stone bridge and then back to the car. Unfortunately master spotted a short cut. I wasn’t too concerned to start with until I realised that the short cut was across the river – without a bridge. Now he knows full well that we (and especially me) doesn’t like water. Its OK for him, he has boots on, I don’t. Anyhow he waded across followed by mistress and Smudge leaving me all on my own on the far bank. Well it was either walk all the way round or get my feet wet. So being a very brave dog I decided to go for it (see picture).
It had taken mistress so long to walk over the rough bit that it was nearly tea time and she therefore missed her usual afternoon tea.
Fording the river
To see our walk have a look at Howden moor walk
Checking out the dog bowls.
This looks a bit better
Now this is about my size
The weather has become a bit cooler at our cottages (click here) and those horrible thunderstorms seem to have stopped. Idiot brother was a total basket case during the storms. In the end we had to put him in the downstairs toilet where he couldn’t hear or see anything. OK I was a bit scared but I was more concerned that mistress looked a bit worried so I followed her around everywhere. Just in case. Of course I wasn’t too happy when all the lights went out but once the gas lamps and everything were switched on it wasn’t too bad. I do wish masters computers wouldn’t beep all the time when they lose power. That is all a bit disconcerting. Anyhow that is all behind us now and we can enjoy the rest of the summer.
We got some free tickets to the Bakewell show so it was decided we would all go (even if master did do a lot of grumbling). I remembered last time that we got some free samples from a few of the dog stands so it seemed a good idea to me. We first had to go to the WI tent where mistress had helped with some sort of competition entry. She was not very happy as they had come second to bottom. I volunteered to give my opinion on the food but no one took me up on the offer. Next we tried to find master some new boots but being a Yorkshireman it is hard to find anything for him at the right price. We just hung around waiting and twiddling our paws. We did stop at a few pet stalls but no one offered me anything. Mistress bought idiot brother a new lead (he has broken his other one). On the way out master spotted some free treats on a pet store and gave us one each. Fatal and worrying. The sales person explained how their food had so much more ‘nutritional value’ than the food we have that we could be given even less that we already get. What! I am starved to death already and have to go scavenging as it is. If I get much less I will never survive. Luckily when she told him how much it cost I knew we would be OK. There is no way master would pay that much.
We have had lots of friends to stay the last few weeks but this week it all seems a bit quiet on the dog front. That is bad as on average dog people understand how poorly I am fed and give me the odd treat. Or I can nip in to the cottage when no one is looking to check for any leftover dog food. It sometimes works.