Yesterday was such a nice day it was decided that we would all go for a picnic. This always gets Smudge excited as we have now managed to train master to pack something for us. It was decided that we would take the car from our cottages (see Bolehill cottages) and park down in Over Haddon (our nearest Village). We would then walk down Lathkill Dale and back up to mistresses favourite picnic spot. The short walk started fine but then as we got near to the cascades I spotted that there were some sheep (about 6) and lambs near the waters edge. Now I am quite a brave collie apart from cows, sheep, horses, balloons, hang gliders, drums, bangs ……… So I kept an eye on them hoping that they wouldn’t notice me. Unfortunately one of the lambs spotted me.
I tried to creep past the vicious looking thing but it kept on coming towards me. I looked back at master for support but he was just laughing. Smudge was, as usual in his own world and mistress was too far off to save me. So what other option did I have but to run. The vicious thing then decided to run after me, so that was it – I was off. No way was I hanging around with a marauding lamb on the loose. This just made master laugh even more. So much for moral support. In the end mistress came back up the dale to make sure I was OK. Unfortunately she then proceeded to put me on my lead and drag me back down the dale. Although I struggled it was no use, I had to go back to where the sheep were. Well at least this time mistress was looking after me and the sheep didn’t seem too keen to take her on, so I put myself between her and the sheep and hoped they wouldn’t come any nearer. Meanwhile Smudge had just casually walked through the sheep and master was virtually in tears (well thanks a bunch). Anyhow in the end we got through the things and I could relax.
We walked on through the rest of the dale with master mumbling under his breath ‘how I had let the side down again’ and ‘what an embarrassment’ I was. Well he didn’t have to face up to the thing did he. Luckily the rest of the picnic went without incident. We even stopped off at the Lathkill Hotel (pub) for a ‘quick’ drink before Smudge’s stomach started to rumble and he wanted to get home for his dinner.