Sunny day for walking? I don't believe it! (June 3rd 2006)

Wow.

Hairyface actually took us out on a sunny day. It wasn't blowing a howler of a gale, or drizzly mizzling down on us. There was no white stuff anywhere. (Musta been some mistake.)

Naturally, he went to the tram man for a bacon butty first. We got some bacon. The tram man came out of the tram and fed us a huge load of bacon bits. He sometimes does, but this was the mostest ever he given us! He claims that Io is the cutest thing he's ever seen. Huh, I aint so sure, but if it gets us some free fud then I'm keeping schtum.

Hairy was off on a little jaunt to take some pics. So we pootled to Derwentwater the back way, not out to Friars Crag first.Oh no, I've just seen the wazzock still had the wrong date on his camera. He's a pillock! We are in the picture somewhere cos we ran right down to the waters' edge and had a paddle. You can see how sunny it was. It makes Catbells look exciting. Io thinks Catbells is exciting as it was her first fell. Hah, mine was Haystacks. Much better.

Next it was off into Great Wood. There's loads of smells in there, especially that fungy stuff. Some of it whiffs so bad you can smell it a mile off. There's usually loads of birds in there too, tweeting away. H can get dead twitchy and then he pulls out his goggles to have a closer look. He thinks he's seen a crossbill in there - I bet he wouldn't know one even if it pooped on his head!

We had a funny encounter about half way up the path through the wood, we met a family. Nowt unusual there, I grant you, but they asked Hairy if they were on the right track for Walla Crag. Now, even Io knew they were miles away from it! They'd missed the easy bit and were heading for a long detour round, not to mention bags of steep climby bits (which hewmings, with only two legs, find a bit tricky).

They went through the nice doggy routine and I gave them the 'give the starving doggie a biscuit look' which they ignored. They also ignored Hairy's advice - I mean I would usually, he can be so bloody long winded, and pedantic about stuff, but this time he was right. He told them they should follow us, as we were heading that way and, it would save them about two miles of detour and a bigger climb. They didn't want to know. Beats me why they bothered asking him! Still, that's hewmings for ya. They do really daft things.

We got to the top of Castlehead to find a whole other family there in shorts and sandals and stuff! Hairy was decidedly overdressed. Still he snapped away like a trooper avoiding the other people getting in the way. He didn't even take one of us, which is very unlike him. I think he was getting thirsty cos we headed pronto ballero down the bump and straight into the Dog and Gun.

Typical.

Here was us looking forward to a long stroll and a good splash int lake and he speeds round like nobody's business and we end up in the pub... It's just not reight. A carefully edited pic of the view from Castlehead, without people (or dogs!).