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| August holiday snaps 2024 |
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What do you mean it's time to get up? It's wet and windy.
I wanna sleep some more. |
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| Okay, I'm up. Where are we going? |
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That was disappointing. Brunch at The Mill & Brae Hotel
- no tickles or doggy treats from the staff |
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| When it's wet, I make my own entertainment. |
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| That's better - Sunshine, finally. |
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| Yawn. I could do with a holiday. |
The Woman and I spent a few lovely days up at the cabin. The Man joined us briefly.
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| It's too lovely to walk. Let me rest here. |
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| Now, rub my shoulders. |
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Why does the Man have to go home?
For work.
Why?
To pay for your treats.
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When I returned home, I visited the Man in his room.
"You've been working hard."
"Can I have a treat? Please!"
(It's all in the eyes.) |
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| Where are we going now? Is it on holiday? |
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| Tebay Services - Nice, but is there somewhere better? |
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| The Dunes Hotel, Barrow in Furness |
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| Is it dog-friendly? |
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| The Woman is checking. |
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Oops!
(At least she put a cover on the bed first) |
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Let's go for a walk.
But where's the footpath? |
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| We'll go this way instead. |
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| Welcoming and friendly. |
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| Sandscale Haws |
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| Beware! Dogs may have nails pushed through their foreheads. |
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| The National Trust are not very trusting. |
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| Who left all these pebbles on the beach? |
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| They missed this strip. |
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| Wanna play a game? |
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| It's called 'Catch'. |
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| Bet you can't catch me. |
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| Ha, told you! |
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| Where is she? |
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| Still winning. |
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| Still winning (but getting bored). |
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| Finally, somewhere to let rip. |
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| Lovely but windy. |
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| I'm surprised these pebbles don't blow away in this wind. |
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Dinner at the hotel -
I'm hoping she drops the lead
so I can dash into the kitchen |
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| Spooky moon. |
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| Why does the pig have silver flip-flops? |
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| Where are we going now? |
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Ulverston:
the birthplace of Stan Laurel |
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| It's a park, not a car manufacturing plant. |
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| We're going up that hill. |
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| Lunch first, though, at Base. |
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| Info board for Sir John Barrow's Monument |
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A shortcut - look out for sheep poo -
it's delicious when fresh |
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| There's a beach over there. |
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Not a lighthouse - it's heavy,
so it doesn't blow away |
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| It's too windy. |
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| Let's go back. |
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| Safely down again. |
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It must get very wet here:
So many umbrellas above the street. |
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| You said we were going to the beach. |
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| Oh, wait, it is a beach. |
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| I never doubted you for a second. |
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| Obligatory posed photo. |
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| Next day, we went on a trip |
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| On a train |
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| A steam train |
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| That time travelled in reverse (but only while we were onboard) |
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We choo-chooed to Lakeside.
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| Where we met the boat. |
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| I hoped to get a window seat. |
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| But, instead, I got the floor. As usual. |
We arrived in the town of Bowness-on-Windermere, home to many Chinese tourists and Canadian geese.
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| The one area of grass not covered in goose poo. |
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| Inconvenient tourists everywhere. |
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| Geese and gulls |
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| Windermere (named after the wind, no doubt). |
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It was over there I met the Chinawoman (anecdote below). |
While I was standing outside the Joe Malone shop with the Man (the Woman browsing inside), two Chinese ladies approached. They smiled at me and wanted to take my picture. Although they didn't speak English (or dog), their gestures suggested the older, more glamorous one with the oversized, designer sunglasses wanted to pose with me while holding my lead. The Man handed me over and stepped aside, not wanting to be in the shot. Detecting the slack lead, I decided it was time for a spot of shopping and nearly yanked the poor tourist off her feet, the lady's squeals of alarm announcing my arrival to everyone.
I really hope her friend captured the moment. Unfortunately, they didn't share their photos.
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They never bought me the dog ice cream
so I still don't know what dog flavour tastes like. |
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A gallery so dog-friendly (I got treats),
we bought that Queen Bee picture. |
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I suspect there's an anchorless boat somewhere lost at sea.
(Boaters Bar) |
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Trains: tick
Boats: tick
Automobiles: tick
Where are the planes?
Whoosh.
Ah, yes, tick. |
The Man put on six pounds during his week off (not on a bet). He bought ice cream everywhere we went. Two scoops at the Lake District Prom in Ulverston, another two at The Little Ice Cream Shop in Bowness-on-Windermere, and then, on the way home, two more at Abbott Lodge Jersey Ice Cream in Clifton, Penrith. He then took us on a convenient scenic detour so he could return to the reopened Cream O Galloway Ice Cream Parlour near Castle Douglas, where he gobbled down a massive three-scoop cup. You would have thought that was enough, but no. He managed to cram in another two scoops from the Alandas Gelato stall at the Edinburgh Fringe.
If he suddenly drops down dead, the death certificate will declare "Cause of Death - Ice Cream". His blood was so creamy it had started to clot.
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Notice: No dog fouling allowed on the grounds.
Hardly dog-friendly. |
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| This place has its own dog walk. |
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| See! |
Molly came to visit and then stayed for a few days while the Man's Mum was away. Molly made herself at home (in one of my beds).  |
| We both know when treats are about. |
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We finished the month where it began:
At the cabin for an atypical dry, warm, sunny day.
Glorious!
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| I wonder where we'll go next month. |
