Here we go then... (Feb 22nd 2006)
After all that Chrimbo stuff, it went quiet for a bit at the weekends. Can't do owt int week as they're off working. That's what they say, anyway.
A month of wet and windy weather and a fire to keep from going out (that's my job - official fire guard - Hairyface told me) meant we stayed put and did nowt much. Hairyface went up Smithy's Fell, a coupla times, as usual, but the only real leg stretch was through Brundholme Woods and up Latrigg in Feb.

It were right warm in woods but bl**dy perishing on top o' Latrigg. No white stuff though. Mind you there were lots and lots of it on Skiddaw and them other big bumps - but he wouldn't go up.
Hairyface didn't snap away like a loony either, he dint even take his gloves off.
We ended up in the Dog and Gun. It's nice in there but I dint see any dogs (or guns....)
Hairyface tried some of the new Derwent Brewery Beer. It washed his steak and ale pie down a treat. (He said.)
All that after a huge bacon butty, first thing ,from the tram man in Keswick car park. (He's a nice man, he likes us - as he gives us bits of bacon fat everytime he sees us - which seems to be about once a month on average.)
I could get used to predictable.
A month of wet and windy weather and a fire to keep from going out (that's my job - official fire guard - Hairyface told me) meant we stayed put and did nowt much. Hairyface went up Smithy's Fell, a coupla times, as usual, but the only real leg stretch was through Brundholme Woods and up Latrigg in Feb.

It were right warm in woods but bl**dy perishing on top o' Latrigg. No white stuff though. Mind you there were lots and lots of it on Skiddaw and them other big bumps - but he wouldn't go up.
Hairyface didn't snap away like a loony either, he dint even take his gloves off.
We ended up in the Dog and Gun. It's nice in there but I dint see any dogs (or guns....)
Hairyface tried some of the new Derwent Brewery Beer. It washed his steak and ale pie down a treat. (He said.)
All that after a huge bacon butty, first thing ,from the tram man in Keswick car park. (He's a nice man, he likes us - as he gives us bits of bacon fat everytime he sees us - which seems to be about once a month on average.)
I could get used to predictable.

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