A totes amazeballs Saturday morning for Cam and I last weekend. We (Me, Cam and Mike) were extremely lucky to have been invited by Jon (a human) and Sally (our best friend, a fellow Border Collie) to go running to Wasdale.
The route was Kirk Fell, Great Gable, Green Gable, yes Mr Wainwright, 3 of your fells no less! And to top things off, and apologies now for not getting a photo of him, we had 2 other humans and another of our kind join us too. Steve, his mate Andy and his mate’s dog Jack, a bull terrier/lurcher cross. At this point I’d just like to say we missed Safi very much. Safi is Steve’s Beardie and a true fell running legend who unfortunately, due to age, can’t join us now on runs like this now. Lots of woofs going out to Safi.
So the 4 humans and the 4 of us set off and what a morning for it, clear as a bell, 360 degree views across the Lake District and out to the Irish Sea. There were a fair few walkers, nothing like the Summer months of course but just enough people and other dogs to keep us entertained and allow us to have a sniff, brief extra run arounds and hellos. I noticed some rucksack opening e.g production of food action being carried out by the walkers behind us on Great Gable so I started to run down to check if they needed any help, Mike called me back, typical.
We weren’t sure if we’d do Green Gable or not but naturally us canines were fine it was just up to the old boys and they seemed keen too so we all did it. I had a couple of issues with slippy rocks during the run which was a bit embarrassing. Cam having not been up such fells before when running needed a bit of a hand too at times but I must admit, and it pains me to say, Cam was excellent going down the scree and even kept up with the King of Scree Mike.
So then it was back down to the car park at Wasdale Head and my favourite words were uttered……”Do you fancy some chips from the pub”. The humans agreed (love em!) so we all headed into Wasdale Head Inn for chips and refreshments.
Needles to say, when we got home Cam and I were sofa bound. Jenny had lit the wood burner and there were clean fleeces on our living room furniture (result). I think this is the appropriate time to utter the saying, and confess it really is, “A dogs life”…..