Wandering lonely as a cloud
We got up early and after breaky headed down the hill to bus stop. We got off the bus in Ambleside but instead of exploring we jumped on an other bus. Where we off to now then? “we are going to Grasmere POPPY”, said Mum. Mmmmm no idea where or what that is but grass sounds nice, OK then. We got off the bus at a wee village, looks nice enough.
Plodding round the church yard, Dad was looking for where Willam Wordsworth was sleeping, we left next to a wee shop that had huge que of peoplesees outside it. I looked at Dad. “They are all queuing to buy some gingerbread”, he said. Mmmm I wonder what gingerbreads are. “Not for Poppys” said Dad. As we went up the street I found a cottage with my name on it. Dad you never told me you bought me a cottage.
After exploring the rest of the village we found ourselves back at the main crossroads. What will we do now then. How about explore the river?
Back to the graveyard. Just opposite it was a small path. Bonus, paths mean off leash, YAY. It started beside a field then turned towards the river. This was more like it, lots of smells soft ground under paw, perfect.
The path took us in a big loop away from the village then back again. At this part of the river I could get down to the pebbles on the bank. Mmmmmmm nice big drinkies. After we had to sneak over a private bridge to get to the bus stop, good job we never got caught.
When we got off the bus at camp my heart sank as I looked at the hill we would have to climb to get back to Betsy. “Never mind Poppy, it’s the last time you will have to do it”, said Mum. Poppys don’t like this hill, to be fair I don’t think Mum or Dad does either. The rest of the day was easy as dad wanted to watch the football on TV. Me I just hung about guarding Betsy.
Din dins in Betsy Mum? “No Poppy we are going out.” But you said we were not doing the hill again. We left Betsy but instead of heading to the road we slipped out the side door of the camp. Where we going? First place was a small hamlet called Skelwith Fold. Who knew this was just behind the camp.
Mum and Dad stopped to take in the views at the brow of the hill. Nice here isn’t it Mum.
We followed the small path all the way down to the valley floor. There were no cars and never met another soul. If it wasn’t for the faint baa of a sheepsees we could have been the only living things in the valley.
Din dins is in a place called Skelwith Bridge Hotel. It was all good and we would come back again. Nice place for a relaxing diner, not too busy, not too noisy and most of all Poppy friendly. It was dark when we left. Good job Mum and dad had a torch.
