Trying Again on The Dodds

Today we were due to meet Joan (from www.crummockwatercottages.co.uk). The plan was to meet up and do a walk, and then head back here for supper. Jay was to join us and James (who doesn't do walking) was joining us for supper. So, a handy place to meet was at the start of our pervious walk up Great Dodd. This time we decided to walk round via Glencoyne Head for the lovely view across Ullswater. Not the clearest of visibilty, but lovely all the same.

Then we headed up, onto Whitestones, just as the cloud came down, and then onto Stybarrow Dodd, Watsons Dodd, Great Dodd, randerside and down Matterdale Common. After this picture we saw nothing but cloud and rain. It would seem that this is becoming a habit!
However, much catching up was done and after nine miles and wet through, four hungry folk and two wet dogs made our way back for a thoroughly sociable evening!!

Flying Visit

After years of badgering, we finally gave in and headed off to Southern France to visit friends. First stop was with Roger and Lois (and Buddy) in Arrens Marsous, in the foot hills of the Pyrenees.

In three days we had saw masses of amazing scenery. The camera cannot capture the scale, but this was the view form our bedroom for the next 3 nights

 We went up to the Pic du Midi by cable car. An awesome experience. Standing up there it feels as though you are on the top of everest

And this was our cable car being worked on, immediately prior to us going back down - thankfully without incident!

 We did lots of walking and saw a huge amount of wildlife. Vultures galore - Lammergeiers, various eagles, egyptian vultures to name just a few. Many lizards and marmots. And these ponies (no doubt destined for tesco burgers) grazing on the Col du Solour.

Then we moved on to Paddy and Dennis, who have spent the last 20 odd years renovating a delapidated wreck of an old farmhouse, into a beautiful home, set in about 5 acres of the rural Lot valley. It is so private, without detailed directions no-one could possibly know it was there.

 Once again we had picnics, this time by the river rather than in the mountains

 Walked through some wonderfully unspoilt French villages

 Did a tour of the local medieval town - Lauzerte

 and did some picturesque riverside walks

 And once again we saw a bit of wildlife

Bog Hopping On The Dodds

 This weeks walk has been delayed. Monday was a bank holiday - you won't get us out of the village for fear of bumping into crowds, Tuesday and Wednesday the forecast failed to deliver, so eventually we aimed for today. The weather started out pretty well. The odd shower as we drove the few minutes it took to get to our starting point. We headed across Matterdale common, with Blencathra on our right towards Great Dodd, our main target of the day.

 Matterdale common is a really wet, boggy spot. It seemed to be quite popular with the four legged member of the party.

 Just after thei picture, as we headed higher, we headed into cloud. No summit photo, no photos as we headed from Great Dodd to Calfhow Pike, infact no visibilty at all until we dropeed back out of the cloud as we followed Mosedale beck

Until we reached the Old Coach Road and followed this back across Groove beck at the ford

                                                             "What you looking at?"

and returned to our starting point at High Row. A total of about 8.5 miles(for us), Breeze's longest walk yet (a good deal more than 8.5 for her).

Swineside and Coomb Height

We are so lucky to live in such a gorgeous area and if I had to choose my favourite place I would really struggle. But up there in the top ten would be Swineside and that was the start of todays walk. Parking at the side of the road, just before it ends, we head up Grainsgill beck

 We carried on up the beck until we came to the Cumbria way, from there we decided to head left and make our own path through the heather. It's hard work for short legs, but there is nothing quite like a spaniel jumping through heather. It was like this all the way over Coomb Heights

And nothing quite like a spaniel jumping thorugh heather to tire her out. The road ahead is Swineside, where we started

Today seemed to be the day that Breeze learnt that sometimes when we stop, it's a good idea if she stops too

So for the first time, I managed to get a close up on a walk!

Across the Border

A phone call from Trina led to a long weekend house, horse(s), dog(s), guinnea pig(s) sitting in Scotland while they headed south to a family christening. Breeze is very timid with dogs she doesn't know, and having only met them once a while back,it was an ideal chance to give her a bit of a new experience, so first job:- walk the dogs. We headed up behind the farm and as the rest of the weekend was dodgy weather, here is the only view you are going to get.

 The following day we headed down below the farm to the river Teviot, which is just below the house and yard. Within a few hours of this picture, it was close to breaking it's banks!

 After all that exercise dogs need sleep and whether Breeze liked it or not, Tummel was joining her in her box.

 By the last evening, Breeze was getting pretty chilled out around the boys, so brave she was prepared to share the fire with Tug.

Returning the Favour at Buttermere

Mum and Dad are up for a visit, and as a circuit Buttermere used to be a regular childhood walk, we thought it might go down well if we did it again. So after a dentists appointment in keswick, followed by lunch at The Bridge in Buttermere village, we set off around the lake (or in it, which ever you prefer).

 It was lovely as we walked through the trees of Burtness Wood, the only sheltered part of the walk

 Then out into the open as Breeze makes her way towards High Crag.

With that, the heavens opened and we had a series of heavy hail and rain storms all the way round. No more pictures, but a welcome cuppa when we got back to the village, and then homeward bound.

High Pike and Carrock With Company

Bank holiday Monday put our 'Weekly Walk' back to Tuesday to avoid all the trippers. Jay was joining us today for her first foray into the Lake District Fells, so we thought we'd stick to familiar territory that gave us plenty of options to alter the route to suit. So off we went up High Pike for a change, in wall to wall sunshine for the first time this year. Not too sure who the guy in the background was, but he didn't stop there long (and neither did we!)

 Jay's first visit to High Pike summit coincides with Breeze's second, and we've lost count of how many times we've been up there

 With beautiful weather, and everyone feeling like going a bit further, we headed across the bogs over Miton Hill and Round Knott towards Carrock.

 Breeze had no trouble crossing the bogs, in fact the smellier the better as far as she is concerned.

 Carrock Fell summit, a first for Breeze and Jay and another one to add to the many times for us again.

 A quick dip in Carrock Beck after our descent as we headed back to the car. The bast way to clean a spaniel - except there was more bog to come!

After all that exercise there is only one way to spend the afternoon, relaxing in the garden - if there is any room left on the bench that is.

Breeze With Ease & Fred

Just for a change there are no pictures of spaniels in this post. I rarely post pictures of James' horses because I rarely take any - mainly because I'm normally on them at the time. However, a new(ish) mobile phone means that a few snaps at the races (when I am obviously NOT on top) is easy. A beautiful day and a trip across the penines took us to Sedgefield this afternoon, where we had two runners. Of all of James' horses, these two have probably had more attention from me than most. Breeze With Ease (Breezey Wheezey), was a bag of nerves when he first came into the yard, and at the time, James was away, so I rode him daily for a while. He took a lot of patience and needed a quiet approach, but he really settled down. Now you know where the inspiration for a certain Young Ladies name came from!

 And Predatuer (Fred). This chap is a big powerful chaser, who has come back from a horrendous injury. When he started back in work, we thought he would never make it.

I am so pleased to say how wrong we were. He is loving his racing, and though today wasn't his day, he has done us proud on previous outings.

Roughton Gill

Off for our 'Weekly' (well that's the vague plan anyway) walk, and with wind gusts of 40 odd mph, we decided to leave the fell tops to the idiots and head for one of our favourite local spots, where in just under 6 miles you can wander up the valley

 to the mine workings at the head of the valley known as Roughton Gill.

 Where, after a brief stop for a spot of sustenance and to admire the route we have just taken, we head back down, albeit on a slightly higher path.

Not a soul in sight. Just how we like it.

Achieving The Impossible?

At the tender age of 45, I still haven't quite mastered the art of biting my tongue. Looks like Breeze is a quicker learner than me!

The Hot Tub Arrives

I know I've always said that we want our garden to blend into the local environment, so we don't want man made structures an unnatural additions, but sometimes a little bit of luxury makes even the most determined minds sway. So after a bit of a wait, our new 'hot tub' has arrived. This is a real Cumbrian hot tub.

(picture taken yesterday during a hail storm!)

Someone didn't take much persuading to give it a try...................

                                      and had a great time, jumping in and out all afternoon, splashing about, generally having fun

 So now after the daily walk when this is a dry day............

 we can end up with a nice clean spaniel. She's so pleased with her new bath, she's brought us some treasure in to say thank you (that's leaves to you and me but she thinks they are treasure).

Hot tub kindly donated by J&G - it had been in one of their fields since the previous owner used it as a water trough (allegedly). Delivery courtesy of Andrew, once his loader tractor was repaired, hence the delay!

Souther Fell

In an effort to keep up the momentum of doing a bit more 'proper' walking, we had decided to head up Souther (pronounced Sooter) Fell today. Another which is very close to home and always nearly deserted. It's also always wet underfoot, and today turned out to be pretty Breezey on top too. Breezey enough to knock us nearly off our feet.

 I have neither the patience nor the gear to be a good photographer, but faced with 100mph Breeze - both dog and wind - all I ever seem to manage these days are a white dot on the landscape.

 It wasn't really photo weather anyhow, fairly damp in low cloud and drizzle, but wonderful to be out all the same.

 Breeze is certainly getting the hang of Fell Walking, although she's more of a Fell Runner than Walker. Perhaps I should enter her for a few of the fell races this summer?

 Did I mention it was Breezey today?