Today we headed off to Wastwater to Britain's favourite view. The roads were twisty and narrow the weather dull and moody. The shadows cast onto the 3 mountains bordering the lake made them look broody and sinister.
We paddled in the cold dark waters, Glumdog found a dank, stagnant puddle to jump into and the kids (I include Mr Fink and Bambi in this group) all paddled across to the little island for a photo opportunity.
We then headed up to Wasdale Head at the top of the lake for a pint of cool Weston's cider and a stunning view of the river. We would have gone for a walk to see the smallest church but the weather beat us to it and we headed back to camp.
Glumdog rode in the Fink car on the way home, we decamped at the static only to find the campsite cat, 'Prince' curled up and fast asleep on the chair on the veranda. We shooed the cat away but he just sat on the grass near the veranda. Glumdog was desperate to make friends with the cat so he jumped over the gate and headed for the cat. The cat just sat and looked at him, gave him a couple of cursory swipes and before any harm to come to either of them, I grabbed the dog. I returned him to the veranda where Mr Fink put him on his lead. I decided I would tether him down on the grass, as I led him down, he lunged, the split ring on his collar broke, his dog tag fell between the slats on the veranda and the dog honed in on the cat.
again the cat did nothing but stare at the dog, the dog did nothing but stare at the cat and I again caught him.
By the time the Glums returned to camp, Glumdog's lead was firmly secured to a peg in the ground and the cat was sitting just out of reach.
We decided we couldn't have the cat loitering near the dog, for it's own good so I chucked a couple of pints of water at it and it soon got the message and wandered off.
I mentioned to Marsha that the dog tag was under the veranda and she might like to crawl under to fetch it. She took the broom and squeezed into the crawl space. I couldn't resist and reached for the pint of water I had to hand for the return of the cat and poured some of it onto the boards of the veranda.
Marsha screamed!!
Anyway, she found the tag and joined me and Bambi on the veranda. "Which one of you soaked me?" she asked. I naturally pointed to Bambi. Marsha threw a pint of water at Bambi.
Bambi then threw a pint of water at me for telling fibs and for getting him wet!
We rounded off the day with dog walks and the Olympic closing ceremony. All in all a great day.
