Friends

Its good to surprise friends sometimes. I’m a very lucky Beagle Harrier, you might have heard me mention this before. I have so much in my life to be happy about, what with a warm and safe home, beds, tickles, fields to roam and love from my 2 human Paw Assistants and my pals, both human and furry.  And my garden, I mustn’t forget my garden.

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My life without my friends would be much less exciting, I think. And I love to surprise them sometimes. When we found out that there was a Beagle Welfare Fun day in Cirencester, we decided we would go along and see who was there. We got there and all jumped out in the lovely sunshine on a warm Sunday afternoon. Within 2 minutes I had announced my arrival with an almighty aroooo as I fairly bounded onto the premises to see my friend Raffa and her mum, auntie & one of my favourite aunties from my twitter account. They all seemed very pleased to see me. I got tickles and some biscuits. I showed Auntie K that I did paw and she looked very impressed ears.

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I watched Raffa try to arooo as loud as she could, which made me laugh.

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We met another rescue beagle called Daisy, and we woofed for hours before I was told we had to go home again.

I enjoyed my day so much, I love seeing friends and I love knowing I have friends who I can rely on. And best of all they know they can rely on me.

 

In this world, we all need friends.

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An Eskdale Tail – the last day

The day dawned in Eskdale and I began to realise that this was my last full day here. I had sad ears, as the sun was shining again, the birds were singing in the trees and I was falling for this valley and the surrounding area. I woke mum & dad up and went out with dad for what was to be my last patrol around Eskdale Green. We were all a little tired after our week of fun and wanderings. We decided that we would go around the valley to a place called Nether Wasdale. There seemed to be quite a few paths there and they weren’t too hilly. A gentle days walking was ahead.

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We arrived and parked quickly to get out and about on adventures. We strolled through the village and onto  some farm land. Sadly I was a bit lively and still had some zooms in my paws, so the field with cows and a bull was definitely out of bounds to me. Not that it mattered, as the detour took us through a farm yard and out onto another road with spectacular views to the head of the Wasdale valley.

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I was drinking in the views as I walked, as I had been listening to mum & dad say that they would miss these views from tomorrow. We went on a circular walk, and got back in the car to drive to the Wasdale Head.

On the way to Wasdale Head, we stopped again by Wastwater itself, to take in the views and the fresh air. It was brilliant to see the water stretching away toward the hills in the distance.

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When we got to Wasdale Head, we strolled past the church of St Olaf, which was small enough that even I think I would have to duck to get in the doorway.  Sadly, there were cows & bulls in fields through which we were going to walk and it wasn’t really a good idea to take me close by. I would have to come here more often so I can get less excited around them.

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We ended our visit to Wastwater and retreated to the cottage. Mum & dad started packing things away and tidying the place. I went and lazed in my bed, so I could think about what I could write in my blog when I got back home. My ears were becoming sadder as the day went on, as I didn’t want to leave.

We went to the Bowerhouse Inn for the last time, they had some food and drink and i had gravy bones and a laze on my settle mat. Tomorrow was going to be an adventure, but I wondered if it was going to be as exciting as the last 6 days.

Early in the morning we left in the car. The motorways went past us like a blur as we headed south. No one wanted to go home, all of us had enjoyed the time.

Eskdale in Cumbria, in the words of Arnie, I’ll be back.

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An Eskdale Tail – Part 6

Or the riverside stroll

Another lovely day dawned in Eskdale. I nosed around the curtain and saw the sun shining and heard the birds twittering in the trees. I wondered what the day would hold for me. I was a bit tired and I needed some extra yoga stretches before I could get going. I took dad out for our normal stroll around the village and I double checked that Raffa wasn’t at the Bowerhouse Inn. Sadly she wasn’t. Back to the cottage, breakfast was eaten by us all and mum suggested we take a gentle stroll along the river to Dalegarth and Boot. This sounded like fun as the words “gentle stroll” and “Beagle Harrier” aren’t usually found in the same county as each other.

I was shackled to my dad and off we went.

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It was a lovely warm early summers day for a “gentle” stroll. We went through gates, fields, pastures and woods to get to Dalegarth, via Stanley Ghyll Fall, which is also known as Dalegarth Falls.

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We wandered along the footpath and I got so many scents that I was in Beagle Harrier heaven again. I was really liking Eskdale valley, the longer I stayed the more I liked it. I was allowed to wade in the rivers, which was good for my warm paws.

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We even went to the Boot Inn where I had to apologise to numerous people as dad had decided to wear shorts due to it being nice and warm. It was such a lovely walk that we even took our time wandering back towards the cottage in the afternoon.

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It was quite some walk and I flopped onto my bed for a snooze. Whilst I was asleep, mum & dad decided to continue their age old traditional of sending postcards to people. I woke up and I realised that my paw had cramp and I hobbled around like a tripod hound, looking very sorry for myself. It worked as I then had 2 servants (aka mum & dad) gently massaging my paw to make it feel better. And then I got some extra food and water to rehydrate me and to help me snooze a little more easily.

Eventually we all decided to go to the pub for some food and drinks. I got to snooze on my settle mat again, just to rest my weary paws, and make myself ready for the final days shenanigans tomorrow.

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I could definitely get used to this.

An Eskdale Tail – Part 5

Or The Drigg Dash

Tuesday morning started with the sun shining and birds singing in the trees. Pretty much the same as for the last 3 days so I was beginning to like this place very much. Once dad had decided to get out of bed, we went out for our morning patrol around the village, via the railway line and around the base of Muncaster Fell. I wondered to myself if I would ever get to the summit? Maybe one day.

I was feeling a bit weary by now. I am used to walking 5-7 miles a day back home in posh Bucks, but here there are mountains, sheep, ferns, becks, red squirrels and so many other sights and sounds to assault my senses. I checked to see if Raffa was still here, I aroooed at the pub but there was no answer. I had sad ears, I was going to miss her & auntie J for the rest of my holibob.  Having returned to the lovely cottage, we were about to go to a place called St Bees as they had a proper beach there, and mum & dad had never been to this strange sounding place. When I heard the name it got me wondering what bees had done to be sainted, despite making honey and making good targets for me to chase at home in my grounds? In any case, that would have to wait as the nice man who owned the Cottage told us about a place called Drigg which was much closer and he said was great for letting “the dog run around”. This sounded ideal to me but there is a slight problem with it. I never go off lead. I have escaped 3 times already and worried mum & dad senseless so I am permanently shackled to one or the other of them. Anyway, off we went and found this place called Drigg. Wow!! It is indeed great.

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The tide was out and my eyes couldn’t believe how much room I had to pull and sniff and wander about, singing the song of the Beagle as much as possible. We walked to the edge of the sea, I remembered not to drink the horrid water, and then we strolled further along the beach.

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This was awesome. I tried to get to the top of the sand dunes, however a combination of very loose sand and an immovable object called dad, meant I was thwarted in my efforts. It didn’t matter though, as we all had fun. I even found a jellyfish but I was quickly told not to touch.

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Returning to Eskdale later in the day, it appeared I still had some zooms in my paws. So mum & dad found a circular route through some forest paths and tracks and off we went. I was walking gently as I could feel my tiredness coming back. We strolled through a place called Giggle Alley which had a Japanese Garden on a side path. It is a bit overgrown but is being looked after by the local people. It was fun seeing some of the plants and shrubs that I have in my garden in posh Bucks too.

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When we got to the forest track, I immediately got the scent of my mortal enemy, the squirrel. I was reined in significantly as the tress have red squirrels in them and I am not allowed to try and get them. In fact I wouldn’t try to nom them anyway, as they are protected and I quite like them. Unlike their grey cousins. We took in the sights and smells of the forest track for a few miles. Returning to the cottage, we all felt a bit tired.

We managed to drag ourselves to the pub in the evening and I laid under the table watching the world go by. I took up my now usual place under the table. The gravy bones appeared and I snoozed a while, before returning to the Cottage to complete another great day in Eskdale.

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I could get used to this..

An Eskdale Tail – part four

Or Ravenglass rambles with Raffa.

I was beginning to warm to Eskdale by Monday. I woke up, looked out of the window, saw the sun shine and wondered where we would go today. I took dad for another stroll around the village to make sure he was fully acquainted with the area. By the time we returned to the cottage, mum was ready to go and it was off to the pub to meet with Raffa & auntie J.

We walked back to the La’al Ratty train station and saw the train arrive in the station. This made dad run to make sure we got our seats on the train to Ravenglass. We were off to see some Roman history today. We were going to stroll on the beach and let the humans eat cake and drink coffee. The train trundled along the foot of Muncaster Fell as we all enjoyed the smell of steam and smoke from sitting directly behind the driver.
When we got to Ravenglass we made straight for the beach and saw that tide was out. I had never been to the beach, so I had never tasted seawater. I was warned by Raffa that it didn’t taste too great but being a boy I didn’t bother listening. She was right, it was horrible.

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We did enjoy seeing all the small boats though. It is a nice place with some lovely views over the confluence of the rivers Mite & Irt. As predicted the humans retired to a cafe for coffee and cake. Raffa & I lazed about on our settle mats and woofed about our trip whilst they ate and drank. Soon we decided to explore Ravenglass a little more and found a place called the Roman Bath House.

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It looked a bit leaky to Raffa & me, which was fortunate as neither of us like baths.

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On the return La’al Ratty train journey, it was clear that the humans hadn’t learned anything as we sat directly behind the driver again.

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We escorted Raffa & Auntie J back to the pub and we all said goodbye, as they had to go home. I had sad ears. We had enjoyed having their company and I could woof with Raffa. Now I had to put up with my mum & dad for the remaining days.

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There was one final surprise for me for the day, as we went to a different pub in the evening for food & some drink. The George IV was a bit quieter than the Bowerhouse Inn. I was missing Raffa already. I laid under the table, hoping they had a good journey home.

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Tomorrow would bring new fun and excitement. I couldn’t wait..

An Eskdale Tail – part the third

Or Windy Wastwater.

Another beautiful morning broke in Eskdale and I was whisked around for an early morning stroll. I had a great wander and snootered around the lanes and paths near our cottage. After some tea and toast it was off to meet Raffa & auntie J for our daily shenanigans. This time dad was driving and I had suspicious ears. We picked up Raffa & auntie J outside the pub, where they were staying and off we went, on another adventure. We arrived at a place called Wasdale and when the boot was opened, the scenery was wonderful. Well, it would have been if the wind wasn’t so strong that my ears were hitting me in the face.

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We didn’t exactly stroll around the shore of Wastwater, rather we marched against the wind.

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Everyone was laughing and smiling, whilst Raffa & I were arooing at each other to look at the view, watch out for flying ears and make sure we were soundly attached to a human.

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Fortunately I was attached to an immovable object, called dad. We aroooed at Scafell Pike, we aroooed at sheep, we even aroooed at each other, it was so much fun. When we were back in the car, we thought the trip was over but oh no, how wrong we were. Within a short time we arrived at Wasdale Head and the humans took the opportunity to go to the pub for coffee and buns – again.

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I still had some zooms in me, so dad took me off for a brisk walk into Mosedale, whilst the ladies relaxed and chattered.

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Upon our return we decided it was best if we head off home and regroup later, for the highlight of the day. The pub quiz at the Bowerhouse Inn.

We met in the late afternoon and readied ourselves for the Pub Quiz. The humans tried their best to answer the questions and didn’t do too bad, to be honest. I think that Raffa & I would have got top marks though, if the categories were food, aroooing, sheep & snoozing. Having had dinner and all thoroughly enjoyed the day, we wandered off to rest our weary heads.

The fun would continue however – the following day..

An Eskdale Tail part 2

Morning broke as I nosed around the curtains. I was still in the Lake District so it was Beagle Harrier heaven for me. I was told that I was off for a stroll around Eskdale with dad. He muttered something about getting some “zooms out of me before we met Raffa and auntie J”. So off we went, meeting Oscar the Black Labrador on the corner and then wandering about the fields and fells. By the time we got back mum was ready so I wolfed down my breakfast (nothing changes apparently) and we were off to meet Raffa & auntie J for our trip on the La’al Ratty narrow gauge railway. We had decided to go to Dalegarth for the day. It was near a place called Boot and as we have a friend called Boot, we thought it would be fun to send pictures of us at Boot, to our pal. As usual the humans had their cameras ready throughout the day and we had our pictures taken at the station before we had great fun riding the train.

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When we arrived at Dalegarth we also met Marley the Beagle and we aroooed each other. We strolled about, taking in the scenery, which of course included all the deer, squirrels, rabbits and other creatures scents.

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For lunch we decided to go to the Boot Inn, which is really nice and very dog friendly. There were many people there, as well as plenty of other furs for Raffa & I to greet.

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Whilst the humans had coffee and cake, Raffa & I were busy planning our afternoons escapades which we decided would be a stroll back to the river via St Catherine’s Church. This was fun, because Raffa & I were snootering for so long that we missed our train back home so this gave the humans an excuse to have another coffee.

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It must have been dads lucky day as I still had some extra zooms so we went for a brisk walk of a couple of miles. The views are great so we took our time strolling around.

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Once back on the La’al ratty we laughed and had fun until we had to alight at our stations. We all decided to meet up later. Fortunately auntie J had reserved a table in the Bowerhouse Inn, as it was busy and the humans ate their noms and chattered whilst Raffa & I quietly plotted our next days exploits.

The fun would continue…