An Eskdale Tail part 1

I did wonder what was happening on Thursday. During the day I went out for a walk and it seemed to go on and on. Dad was working for the day so it wasn’t really until night-time that I began to think something was out of the ordinary. There were bags being packed and these included my food and beds. I was very suspicious ears.

On Friday I was rudely awoken far too early. By the time I returned from a stroll around my garden the car was on the drive ready to go. I was whisked into my crate and we were off. Where was I going? I had no idea, but we went whizzing along on the motorway.

After what seemed a lifetime in dog years, we arrived at a place called Eskdale. The boot was opened and the fresh smell of Cumbrian country air filled my nostrils. I was back in Beagle Harrier heaven. I remembered this from last year, when I was in Patterdale. We were staying in a cottage called The Coach House and it looked really nice. Inside it lived up to expectations, it was lovely and cosy. We unpacked our bags and I went out for an exploration with Dad.

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I met a black Labrador dog named Oscar who greeted me as I wandered past his house. He said it was nice round here, and he wasn’t wrong. Even on my short stroll with dad, I was loving the sights and smells.

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After a while we went to a pub for some beer & food. It should be noted that I didn’t get any beer or food but I did get some gravy bones from the nice barman. I was tired so just wanted to lay down on my settle mat but I kept on seeing other dogs.  I aroooed them all, being the friendly Beagle Harrier that I am. This announced my presence in the pub, much to the amusement of quite a few people. Soon some visitors arrived that I knew. It was Raffa and her mum, auntie J. They had come to visit Eskdale too. This was of course great news as it allowed me to have a sensible conversation with Raff, and not listen to mum & dad wittering on about stuff. Eventually it was time to go back to our sleeping quarters, and we agreed to meet up the next day.

Let the fun begin.

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Friends

As all my friends know, I love to patrol around where I live. I am very lucky that I am close to the countryside. Normally I get to wander the fields and woods with Mum or Dad, which is nice as its good to have company. Actually I am not allowed off lead when I’m outside my garden, so I don’t have any choice. It’s still great fun to patrol and sniff all the scents and see the sights.

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Today I had a different reason for patrolling the fields, woods and byways. I am fortunate to have a large number of friends, whom I see in my walks, meet on holiday or speak with on my twitter account. Because we are all friends, we all look out for each other.

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When I saw some bad news this morning about one of my friends, Gunner who lives in Canada, it seemed the right thing to do was to patrol in honour of him. He has been unwell recently and is about to go on the longest patrol of all, over the rainbow bridge. We are friends and friends always stick together.

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This one is for Gunner today. I patrol in your honour my friend. I am proud to call you my friend.

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Until we meet again Gunner, run free. My heart is broken.

Out and about

I am a very lucky Beagle Harrier. I get to stroll and snoop around some lovely countryside where I live. I have 2 humans who are, of course, very willing to help me explore the byways of the Chiltern Hills.

Our town lies in the confluence of about 5 different small valleys leading to some great places, many of which have been explored. As I have been here for a while and I have been able to walk at all times of the day I have seen the seasons and elements change throughout my time. img_0939

Thankfully the local farmers allow permitted access to quite a number of the fields and paths, which I love to explore and sniff out the squirrels, deer and foxes which live here.img_2244

Sometimes I even manage to get out in the chilly cold, with the frost still on the grass, or even with snow. Sadly snow seems to suppress the smells for me, which means I walk with less pulling. img_1068

I live quite close to somewhere called London. And the Chilterns are really nice so if you want to share my views, come and see the Chilterns for yourself. img_1161

Last day in the Lakes

I still had a bit of a pawly paw, so after our early morning strolls around Goldrill Beck and Side Farm, we relaxed for a while before we all got in the car to go somewhere I had never been before. We drove alongside Ullswater and then took a fast road to a place called Portinscale, which is near Keswick. Mum and Dad decided that we could take a walk through the woods and paths near the quieter side of Derwentwater. We went through the woods and along streams and trails toward a hill called Catbells. I couldn’t see any cats, and I certainly couldn’t hear any bells. I wonder who gives the hills their names?
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We didn’t climb the hill as I was getting quite a few scents and was pulling on the lead and harnesses. I have two bungee leads and a harness so I can sniff and wander around somewhat. We skirted round the edges of Catbells for a while and then strolled back along the road toward Keswick. It was at this point that I became quite agitated. It was only when mum & dad saw all the grouse in the fields and road that they realised why my behaviour changed so quickly.
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Once we got back to Portinscale, the grouse were a distant memory and I was back to walking somewhat nicely. We walked past a hill called Skiddaw, it looked really high. I wasn’t allowed to go and have a closer inspection.
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When we arrived in Keswick, it was market day. There were so many people there, that M&D were worried that it might be a bit much for me. There were an awful lot of furs there, but I was a really good boy and many people complimented me on my good behaviour. I kept on looking in all the push chairs or strollers for Raffa, but she wasn’t there. I was disappointed as I wanted to walk with her again. I even accidentally nose bumped a small human child who was in a stroller that looked just like Raffa’s. I think they enjoyed it!
Whilst we were in Keswick we went to the Dog Shop which sells plenty of things for us furry friends. We didn’t buy anything, as apparently I have everything I could want.  However mum managed to step in some ice cream on the pavement. She wasn’t very happy. Keswick is great as nearly every shop is dog friendly. I didn’t stop wagging my tail, it was very exciting.
When we got back to the house we recuperated and then went to the White Lion for our last evening in the pub. We had our normal table so I could survey everyone coming and going. Not that it mattered much as I spent 99% of my time sleeping like a good boy. Sometimes when the door opened I looked up expecting Raffa to wander in with her mum. She didn’t. I had sad ears as I was beginning to realise that this was my last night in the Lakes and Raffa had gone home.
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I managed to get one last tickle and kiss off the nice lady who was also going home the next day. And, of course, a gravy bone was duly provided and scoffed with glee. My last night in lovely Patterdale was great, we really enjoyed it all. I wanted to stay.
The next morning we had to go home. So we packed all of our things into the car and headed south, down the motorway and back home to my house in posh Bucks. I have been on a wonderful holiday to a beautiful place and met a great new pal. I am a very lucky Beagle Harrier.

Rambles with Raffa

We woke up and I knew that something different was on the cards. They were fussing about and making sure I was ready to go. We walked towards the pub and suddenly a lovely beagle and her mum appeared from the car park. It was Raffa.  I greeted Raff with an arooo and a nose bump. She seems quite nice. There was much chattering from the humans whilst we wandered along. Raffa and I sniffed and aroooed at each other as we had only met the night before in the pub and we were both very sleepy as you will recall. I found out that she had a pawly leg from a week ago, so I was more gentle than usual when I meet another fur. I can be quite boisterous and like to jump and play. When Raffa said her shoulder was bad, I thought I should be gentlemanly.
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We went up the Grisedale valley and I showed Raffa all the sheep and cows that I had seen a couple of days before. She was quite impressed and the views up to Helvellyn were really clear so we both marvelled at the sights. We sniffed about on the grass and when the sheep were too near we aroooed in unison to move them away. Teamwork. We even managed to get one sheep that leapt over Raffa and her mum, when it felt a little penned in by a gate. It was more Tigger than sheep. We were arooing so much at one point that the farmers came out of their house to see what all the kerfuffle was. Fortunately we were both on very tight leads so we couldn’t get anywhere near the sheep. We didn’t chase them, just aroooed at them. I don’t think the sheep wanted to play anyway. We seemed to go on for ages, and the humans were chattering to each other. Raffa & I just patrolled and sniffed about in the long grass. Raffa also nommed some sheep doo-doo’s which was horrible but apparently she said its quite tasty. I didn’t believe her so I decided against this little delicacy. We were quite a way up the path and Raffa told me she was getting tired so we turned round and wandered back. Raffa had a ride in her chariot as she had been pawly recently.My D even helped push her chariot, I suppose thats what humans are there for really.
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We went to the boat house coffee place near Glenridding for the humans to have coffee and buns. Raffa had some lunch and I ate biscuit noms. It was really nice as there were loads of other people there, as well as many furs coming and going. The nice ladies in the the coffee place even put out the awning when it started raining. Raffa had a sleep as she had woofed she was a bit tired.
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I aroooed quite a lot at everybody and every fur that passed by, much to everyones amusement. Whilst Raffa wasn’t looking, I thought it would be a good idea to remind Raffa’s M that she had promised me belly rubs and tickles. Once they had been administered, I went back for my M to give me more tickles and I managed to sit on her lap to watch the world go by. It was great, apart from the rain, and the views are brilliant.
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I wanted to stay but Raffa had to go home, so we wandered back slowly along the road. I thought it would be polite to give Raff another nose bump and she returned the favour. I did blush a little, as my rufty tufty image was being dismantled. We are pals, which is good as I like being friends with other furs, especially Beagles.
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We said our farewells so that Raffa and her M could go home again. We had a great time.
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Once Raffa & her mum had left to go home, I had sad ears but I knew I had a new friend for life. Actually I had 2 new friends as I think her mum quite liked me too. She certainly liked my aroooing ability. We went to the White Lion and I got more gravy bones from the landlady. And the nice lady who wanted snogs earlier in the week was there, so I had more tickles and belly rubs to help me sleep more soundly. I snoozed and wondered what the next day would bring. I knew it wouldn’t be as exciting as patrolling with Raffa and her mum, but we would find somewhere interesting and fun to go. And it was to be the last day of our holibobs.

Visit to Pooley Bridge

I woke up with a pawly paw. So it was decided that we would take it a bit easier after 30 odd miles pretty much uphill and down dale over the last few days. We chilled out at the cottage and then went for a short stroll around Goldrill Beck. This was great as I could let my paws recover a little from their recent exertions. After a while we decided it would be fun to go to the most northerly part of Ullswater, a place called Pooley Bridge. This was where the bridge washed away in the terrible floods earlier in 2016 and there is now a temporary bridge in place. When we got there, we parked and were soon off down the path to the lakeside to explore the area.
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There are some great views from the waters edge, but there were also billions of little midge things that were attacking everyone. We walked down by the water and it was great to see many people on sailing boats, yachts and kayaks all enjoying themselves. There is even the Ullswater Steamer which takes people (and sometimes furs!) from Glenridding to Howtown and Pooley Bridge, and back. We didn’t get to go on the Steamer, but maybe next time.
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In the evening we went to the pub, as we were all hungry and thirsty. They had some dinner and were sitting there just relaxing and enjoying the views from the windows over the Fells. I was asleep, thanks to my days on the Fells. When M&D were taking to some ladies from the USA and Canada who were undertaking the Coast to Coast Walk, I woke up. This walk is 192 miles and is a long way even for a fit and healthy Beagle Harrier. We were all very impressed as it was interesting to hear about their tribulations so far.
M&D didn’t know that I had arranged to meet Raffa Beagle and her M, who had come up for the following day and were planning on doing some zooms with us. When Raffa and her M arrived I was still sleeping but was awoken by a wet nose sticking through the balustrade. This was Raffa’s nose, in case you’re wondering.
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She is very nice and we woofed for a while. The nice White Lion pub landlady gave me a gravy bone, and offered the same to Raffa. She can’t have gravy bones as she has a special diet. Sadly I didn’t get her gravy bone. It got better as Raffa’s M gave me loads of tickles and belly rubs, so I was very happy to see them both. Having said that I did go back to sleep after the humans had been talking for quite a while. Raffa fell asleep too.  All the humans were very impressed with us being so calm and being able to sleep.
We parted late in the evening and I walked back to the cottage with excited ears, having arranged to meet on the following morning. I had met a new pal, she’s really nice and friendly and I hoped we would have a good day for walking in the hills.

Lake District adventures

Don’t say anything to my humans but I was quite tired when I woke up to another morning in the beautiful Lake District. Me & M went for a walk of about 3.5 miles and I saw a deer and squirrels. D went off for a run.We got back before him but he still looked very happy with his run. We had a couple of big walking days under our belts so didn’t go out until later in the morning. We were on holiday after all.
For some reason they decided to try and go to Ambleside and Grasmere on a bank holiday. I tried to warn them, but what can you do. We got there and both towns were packed out with people who all had the same idea as us. There was nowhere to park and we just drove around the towns, becoming more agitated. I tried to tell M&D that these people were there to see me, but they weren’t having any of it. It was thought best to return to Patterdale and consider the options. This was the view from Kirkstone Pass on the way back.
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When we got back we decided that it would be better to walk to Brotherswater which was a fairly straightforward stroll of 3 miles each way. It was a good walk as it was relatively flat. I met plenty of people and other furs on the walk and this was the view once we got there.
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There was a spaniel in the water, having a great time, but for some reason M&D thought I would run away if I went off lead. Would I?? Here in the Lakes?? We wandered down by the shoreline and then I decided it would be good fun to drag D up a really steep bank. Not sure he enjoyed it as much as I did.
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By the time we were on our way back I was getting more tired and even D noticed that I wasn’t pulling so much on the lead. But we went past a farm with some sheep and I got a second wind. He didn’t enjoy that either. But it was as much as I could do to flop onto my bed when I got back to the cottage.
When we went to the White Lion in the evening, I was recognised by the people behind the bar. I even got a tickle and a gravy bone. It’s always nice to know that my reputation precedes me. We had a table booked, apparently it’s so I couldn’t see other furs in the pub. I could see them, I could smell them but didn’t have the heart to tell M&D as they thought I couldn’t. To be honest I settled down really quickly until a very nice lady wanted a big kiss and tickle off me. How could I resist? She said she had lost her Jack Russell last year, so I tried to cheer her up a little.
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I also reminded all the other peeps in the pub that I was back – aroooo. I think everyone loves me. They all seemed to like me, I hope so as I’ve been working hard on my charm. Have I mentioned I was very tired. Another day in the Lakes had passed, I was loving this and wanted it to go on for ever.