Well what an exciting afternoon and evening. Mistress had been going on about going over to Chatsworth House (about 4.5 miles from our cottages (click here)) to watch the Red Arrows (the Country Fair was on) all week. We thought they were something to do with Red Indians so couldn’t understand what she was so excited about. So to keep her quite it was decided we would park at the old Bakewell station and walk over the hill to Chatsworth and sit and watch the Red Indians with their arrows from the hill side. So off we went with our (or their) picnic. The walk up from Bakewell takes you across the Golf course were we were under strict orders to behave. Once clear of the greens we were allowed to run off up the hill to await mistress (master keeps up quite well but mistress is hopeless). We had to cross a couple of fields with vicious looking sheep in them (so I kept close to master just in case) and then through the last set of trees to emerge looking down on Chatsworth House. We have been here a number of times so master knew where best to sit to watch the Indians. Master and mistress settled down to have the first part of their picnic. We wandered around chasing butterflies etc. Then all of a sudden there was an almighty roar down the valley as the ‘Red Arrows’ came into sight over the House. So that is what the Red Arrows are. How were we supposed to know. Anyhow for 30 minutes the sky was full of little red dots zipping here and there and lots of coloured smoke .
Smudge and I did our best to try and tell them to go away as they were making such a noise. But every time we barked at them we got very disapproving looks from both master and mistress. In the end we did manage to chase to them off because they did disappear. Mistress was so excited with it all that we got all sorts of tidbits from the rest of the picnic. So we decided we liked the Red Arrows.
After our picnic we were about to start back when mistress spotted that there were some balloons about to lift off from Chatsworth, so we sat down again to watch them. In the end we counted 21 balloons in all. Now you might recall how Smudge doesn’t like balloons very much (especially if they are coming over OUR land).
So when he spotted the first balloon he went racing across the fields barking at it (about 500yards) to be crossly called back by master. When he got back to us he turned round to notice the balloons again and went racing back across the field to be called back again. It just shows how thick he is. He must have done this about half a dozen times – it became a spectator sport and master nearly fell over laughing. Maybe we could have put a bet on how far he would get before coming back. Anyway after about an hour all the balloons had gone and Smudge had calmed down so it was decided we would head off back before it got dark.
When we got back we found that all our guests at Bolehill Farm had been watching the Red Arrows display from the cottages as they had been regrouping overhead. They didn’t get the entertainment of watching Smudge though.
Smudge is pretending to limp this morning (except when there is any food in the offing) so he obviously over did it yesterday. What an idiot.