Hairy on his ass. (August 25th 2006)

Wowzer.


I have never seen Hairyface sacred but today he looked like he would fill his pants as we came down off Carrock Fell. We'd parked up at Calebrake Common and zoomed up High Pike. A great stroll and with wonderful smells for us and marvellous views for Hairy to gawp at. We had the usual sit on the seat at the top, for a photo and then off to the next summit: Carrock Fell.

High Pike is a brilliant top, it's got a cairn, a stone seat, a view point marker and views over the back of Skiddaw which are just sublime. Plus, you can see right over to Carlisle, the Solway, Scotland and the Pennines. Once you're up there's a choice of directions to go in, all of which keep your gained height. West to Knott, Great Sca Fell and Great Calva or south to Carrock Fell. We went south.

The pic of me on my profile was taken at Carrock's summit, so's this one. Io and I are at the summit cairn on top of Carrock Fell. There's masses of stones everywhere. Not like the stones on the giants' summits (ScaFell, Helvellyn, OMC et al), but stones that have been part of old walls and stuff. Carrock's an old iron age hill fort and great to explore, loads of prehistoric smells, although Hairy just sat and ate his sandwiches.

Coming off, he went south eastish and eventually down a gully which would bring him back to the road, well past Mungrisdale. The gully was grassy and really, really steep. Even steeper than coming off Great Sca Fell - and the overtaking bum! Normally this would have been no problem for Hairy, who has a tendency to chuck himself off things with gay abandon. (Can I say that?)

This grassy gully, however, was covered with small round stones, just like marbles. Hundreds, nay thousands, of them which made Hairy's boots like a pair of roller-skates. Every step he took was just perilous. He went flying onto his back around three times before common sense took over and he scrambled down crab-like using his hands and feet. He looked really awkward, and we had good old doggy laughs at how ungainly he was on all fours.

It took him about fifteen minutes to get past the marbly, stony, grass bit. His paws were all muddy, and you should've seem the back of his trousers!! Mr Incontinence Pants, or what?

We have told all our woofy friends about this and they have had a good old chuckle at his expense, but, do you know, Hairy hasn't told any of his hewming mates? At all. Ever. Wonder why that is?

As you can see, Hairyface isn't wearing the best coloured pants to get muddy all up the back. No wonder we didn't stop at the Mill Inn at Mungrisdale but went straight home to Gilcrux!

PS Io thought up the title for this entry. Sometimes she says stuff that's dead clever, like that. I guess she's not a bimbo after all!