Utopia in Wasdale (February 23rd 2007)

The Screature and Hairyface took us to Wasdale and we went up Lingmell Beck.

This is the bridge over it.

We've done this walk before when Io was a puppy and Hairy brought us in Beasley. Beasley's one of their cars. He's small and cuddly and not used so much now as he's so old (He was born the year before Great Aunt Gaia!). We get the back seat all to ourselves! We roll around and spraunge about, we fall on the floor, look at the view and I get to loll my head over H's shoulder.
The walk wasn't all that far, but enough for them to work up an appetite so they could have a snack at the Wasdale Head Inn. H's vision of Utopia (so he said - I thought they were Todd Rundgren's Band, but hey, I'm only a dog!)
They let dogs into Ritson's Bar (well if they let muddy walkers and children in, why not?) so we could go in and watch them stuffing their faces. That was cruel as they had baked tates, not chips - so we thought we weren't going to get any! Boo Hoo.

They gave us some skins and a bit of filling though, so perhaps Utopia is lying on the floor of Ritson's Bar, having just ett baked taties watching the H.ster sample different ales brewed in the pub and knowing he'll still prefer Yates'!

The walk back took us along the river which we had to cross without a bridge! It's a good job there was very little water in it or the S. would have had a paddy! That Lingmell looks a doddle from this side of Wasdale, I wonder if H will try and go up it again? I'm sure I could do it from this side. Noa problemo!