Meg and Lacy (April 10th 2007)

A three expedition day today.


The S. went to do retail crafting therapy in Penrith, so H. took us up the Beacon, he often does this while The S. is busy spending money in town.

Then... something new for us, but obviously not for Hairy as he knew where he was going, we went to a stone circle (the first of three over Easter) Long Meg and her Daughters at Salkeld, near the river Eden. It was really good and we nearly got to sacrifice H on a slab, but the spoilsport wouldn't let us rip his throat out and offer his body up to the gods. I think Io would've liked to have done it, too!
Here. I'm singing "Papa was a rolling stone". Io thought it was funny!


There were lots of weird smells all over. Strange hewming ones, when they have funny chemicals going off in their heads, type of smells. Weirdo whiffs, Io calls 'em. It was pretty strange as none of the hewmings that were there looked like their heads were doing unusual things to them but you never can tell with hewmings. There were some right old smells too. Stuff that could have been dinosaur related, according to Io, but I think she was just getting overexcited about nearly chomping Hairy's neck open.

2 cute Weimaraners prepare to do a quick trachaeotomy on collapsed owner!

After this we went to another strange spot, actually on the banks of the Eden. Lacy's Caves. They were dug out of the cliffside by a bored chap in the eighteenth century, apparently. Although, I bet he got some of his blokes to do it, not him wielding a shovel at all! They were all these room type things, a bit like the Druid's Caves at Birchover, in Derbyshire, near Hairy's Mum's house. These were all red cos of the rock colour, the Druid ones are millstone grit and a greyish brown colour. Not as pretty.


Lacy's caves have their own open air pool - it's called the River Eden.
The smells here were the usual hewming stuff: wee, pooh, bonking etc. They tell us off for doing it all over the place and they're just as bad themselves. It int reight!



It's strange but we were more tired having done three titchy things than if we'd been up a giant! We pushed the zeds all the way home and well into the evening. Perhaps it was all them smells from long ago that tired out our olefactories.