THURSDAY 25th Feb: Bestest walk EVER!!!
Tara:
looks like its just ME blogging tonight, cos Cato is fast asleep. He is so worn out he has been snoring since we got home, and he didn't even want his tea! Anyway, i am so good at blogging, i will do it all, and you will like my walk as much as me, cos it was the best ever ever ever.
we had turkey mince and egg for breakfast, and then set off. No car. Just out of gate and off down track, going to this huge great Stoodley Pike place up the hill. Mum has pics.
it was cold and sunny and there were skatey skittery puddles that were fun. Sometimes when i skated there was creaking. And sometimes it looked like mud, but was rock hard icy, but other times where the sun had been it was melty squishy.
we walked miles and miles and miles (mum: about 3.5 miles) but of course i did lots of extra scampering and climbing and probably did lots more. Cato did some extra too, cos he's snoring.
this is the squishy frosty track we started on.
this is the crunchy icy forestry bit.
this is the first view of the spike, from the shadey cold tree bit.
this is me getting over the incredibly high stile into the soggy field. I got up here all by myself. Mum says i am part mountain goat. Dad helped me down the other side, but i did all the other ones by myself. And i never fell off anything! (Mum: yet) Ever. So i don't see what all the fuss is about.
this is on the Pennine Way, Mum says, which explains why there were skinny ladies running past us and old men walking and mad people cycling.
when we got to the top of the hill, Dad went inside and up the black stairs, which made me worry. But Mum sat on the steps and we played Truffle Hound til he came back. Mum also did the boring camera thing.
we came home a different way, cos they thought it would be les rough and squishy. And it was. Cato and me were ok but humans had to go stepping stones and mud squishing and slippy sliding some of it. Mum says her boots are doomed. Wotever that means.
This is me climbing another wall. It was fun. Mum lifted me down. And told me not to... Yada yada.
when we got back, we met the horses over the garden wall, and went to meet Mum's friend Aunty Linda. But we just sat under table on Mum's coat, sleeping. And Cato was sick. But Mum thinks he is just worn out, and needs to be left alone. So i'm not allowed to bounce on him. Not that i want to, at the moment. He's not the only tired one!
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