Blogged down at Redmain.

Dropped Caroline off about a mile from Cockley Beck trail field to walk the pups.Gate was locked next to cattle grid so she had a problem walking across it – and who’s fault was it – mine! Why ?  because I didn’t tell her about the gate being locked next to the cattle grid.

Then we had to reverse down a lane I was behind shouting “left-hand down- Ken Routledge was in front shouting “right -hand down “and grand daughter was in the car shouting “left – right left- right”

Moral of the story – Don’t trust a midden  because underneath, what looks like a firm surface, lies liquid- liquid poo! and if you want confirmation of this then ask Evie Moore.

Poor” Routs” first his car gets a muck shower then the mist came down on Cold Fell and he got lost, well  not really lost but not where he should have been which technically can be described as lost but trailers tend to say “got wrong!

As you have gathered I’ve got a new car,4+4 got stuck at Redmain, had trouble at Kirkstone and because the number plate is different  nobody recognized me on the way to Cold Fell.Travelled on thinking something must be wrong but nobody “flashed me ”

Stood on the main road outside the Grasmere  sports field when I had to shout to a fellow trailer ,”have you got any glasses” reply from a passing motorist, holding up a glasses case, here you are Baz.– former neighbour going to work !

Having a slight problem walking at Cockley Beck ,my 4 year old grand- daughter noticed ,ran to the car and brought me my stick. She’s going places!