A walk on Curbar Edge – Smudge

Me on Curbar Edge

Me on Curbar Edge

For once Master wasn’t working all day in one of our cottages (Bolehill Cottages) and actually had time to take us out for a walk. It seems like months since we were last taken out. Anyhow on Sunday it was announced we would go for a short walk. Mistress decided that as it was such a nice day we would go for a walk along Curbar Edge. When we arrived it was a bit busy but as we walked along the edge it got busier. We, therefore, had lots of friends to chat to and get acquainted  with.  However, Master got grumpier and grumpier and in the end declared that he was going home. “Hold on a minute we have only been out for 30 mins or so. I thought we were going for a walk.” As usual he got his own way and we had to turn back to the car. On the way home, however, he suggested that we go for a walk down in Lathkill Dale. A few people had reported that it was flooded and it would be interesting to see how bad it was.

Me in Lathkill Dale

Me in Lathkill Dale

So we parked at the car park and walked down the hill.  Before we got to the dale we met up with a couple of friends who live on the way down. Teddy (a Scotty) and been very ill so we enquired how he was doing. Apparently he had had dog meningitis (whatever that is) but was slowly recovering.

Once we go to the bottom of the hill we turned right to head up the dale but after about a mile we came across the flooding. It had flooded up over the path and we would have to go up the bank to get past it. It all looked a bit muddy and wet to me. Although master declared it wasn’t difficult to get round, luckily it was decided that we would walk back down the dale and on to Conksbury  Bridge and then up the hill back to the Lathkil Hotel (a pub).  The river was very high all the way back. At the cascades you could hardly tell where some of them where. Usually you can walk out onto them but not at the moment (or at least I wasn’t going to try). When we got to Conksbury bridge we turned up the lane and then across the fields to the pub where master and mistress had a sandwich and a cake. Nothing for us though. At least they ate outside with us rather than the usual of just leaving us outside in the cold. As it turned out it wasn’t such a bad day and mistress did enjoy her cake.

Me trying to get mistress to catch up

Me trying to get mistress to catch up

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