I fell asleep in front of
the telly last night and woke at 1am with a stiff neck. I took myself
off to bed and was hoping for a good night's kip. The phone rang at
silly o'clock: was today's walk going ahead? I glanced out of the
window. The rain didn't look that bad, so I said yes. We would carry
on. And after a spot of brekkie that's what we did. Into the
Bat-mobile and round to the Fudgery to take Fudge for a walk. His
entourage had other plans, but we said we could take our grand-dog
for an outing. During this last week Fudge has lost his coat. I think
he may have eaten it. But his nice coat is but a memory. Instead he
was wearing what I could only describe as a dress. An amazing
technicolour dreamcoat of a dress. But a dress nonetheless. We loaded
Fudge into the car and took his dress off. All the other dogs would
laugh at him if he turned up in that.
My mobile bleeped - a
text - where were we? We weren't the first to get to the meeting
point in Appledore. We weren't the last either. And eventually twelve
of us (and four dogs) were together. Our start off was
delayed by a few minutes whilst we relocated some of the cars. The
plan was to park up near the Black Lion, walk and come back for a
pint later. Some grouch from inside the pub came out and had a whinge
that we couldn't park in the pub's car park. Their loss.
As we set off walking the
rain started. I was a bit miffed about that, but fortunately the rain
stopped after a few minutes. The day wasn't really bright, but (in
all honesty) it was ideal for a walk. We followed the Military
canal for a couple of miles, then took the lanes and footpaths into
Stone cum Ebony. Which made my nephew snigger.
We were soon at the Ferry
Inn. We first went there three years ago when we watched a Chinese
Neil Diamond tribute act in the rain, and we went there last summer
whilst on a walk. The place had four ales on the hand pumps, and were
happy for us to eat our picnic in their garden. I washed my sarnies
down with a half of Oxney ale and a half of Ferry top. Both of which
were beers brewed especially for that pub. And suitably fed and
watered we pushed on back to the cars. A good walk - about five
miles. A walk we shall do again at some point. There
are piccies of the day here.
We said our goodbyes, and
came home. Fudge's entourage were out so he came home with us. Since
he'd got a bit grubby I thought I'd be brave and give him a bath. He
was as good as gold - he just stood and didn't struggle or fight
whilst I hosed him down. And he then dozed for half an hour or so.
Perhaps the walk had tired him. Whilst he dozed I did some on-line
surveys.
We then took Fudge home,
collected catalogues, and after a decent bit of tea we wandered round
to the Chrisery for the Saturday night film show. We started off with
the latest Mission Impossible film. Very good. And then "Decoy
Bride" wih pretty much every British actor known to science.
Again another good film. I do like the Saturday night film show....
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