At last a nice long walk. It was suppose to be nice and sunny according to Mistress. We set of from our peak district cottages under heavy clouds that were suppose to lift (Ha! Some chance). Anyhow the good news is that it didn’t rain the bad news is that the sun didn’t come out so master was a bit grumpy (when isn’t he). The walk started very badly for me. We were allowed off our leads almost immediately but every few minutes or so I was getting yelled at and threatened to be put back on my lead. This went on for a good 1/2 hour. In the end Smudge reminded me that we weren’t allowed over stiles or through gates until Master and Mistress had been over/through them. As soon as he mentioned it I remembered. Its been such a long time since we had a walk that I had forgotten and Smudge was just enjoying seeing me get into trouble. After this little episode the walk went very well.
Only a few cows and sheep to worry about. I kept close to master through these just to make sure. We (well they) had lunch high up on the side of the Manifold Valley over looking where we would be in the afternoon. The walk consisted of quite a bit of ‘up’ and ‘downing’ which didn’t seem to do Mistress much good. She managed to get back to the car so she had to be take for afternoon tea at Ilam National Trust tea shop. We usually sit outside with them when we we go there but it had just started to rain so we were left in the car.
As the cows are once again in our front field, I am a bit restricted where I can roam. I am NOT going through those Cows. So I tend to sit around in the courtyard or the front garden. I know the backfields don’t have cows in them but you just never know when they are going to turn up.
Anyhow Smudge and myself remembered a game we use to play last year. Its called chase the swallows. Its great fun even if I am restricted to the lawn. There seems to be loads of them this year so loads to chase. Unfortunately I may have over done it because that night I could hardly stand up. My legs felt like jelly (good job Smudge didn’t find out he might have eaten them). Mistress was very concerned. The next morning I felt a lot better but as soon as we started chasing swallows again the same problem started. I must be getting old. Mistress has now banned us from swallow chasing.