So Mum and Dad wanted to give me a nice big mountain walk after we had a wet and windy day, and didn't walk AT ALL. They said that I NEEDED it, and Mum said that if I didn't get a walk then she was going to spend the night in the hot tub, cos I was all Ninja and Amazing and a Little Madam. Which is good, isn't it? Although I didn't want Mum to go to sleep in all that splashy stuff, so it was good we had a walk, wozn't it?
Anyway, there are lots of pics, so this is going to be a long one. If I get tired, I will let Cato take over.
This is the starting off. Up the mountain from the car park. We knew this woz going to be a good one, cos both Mum and Dad had their walking boots on.
My first mountain. You can't see my bow. It is orange.
The first mud. It is all mushy leafy and squelchy. Dad said 'but this is supposed to be the high path. there shouldn't be any mud.'
This bit was good. We were on top of one mountain, and there was an interesting wall.
and lots more mud!
See how high we are? I went into the field cos it looked interesting, and Mum said, right, we are on the top now, so we should start going down soon.
This is me on a log, above a pool of mud. I wanted to go and see the wall, but it was a bit squishy. So I came back.
And then we went up another mountain behind the first one. Mum said 'Goodness, doesn't it ever end?' and made squeaking noises about her knees.
Cato was OK, although Dad did carry him over a bit of mud, while I walked along the top of the wall. That was fun.
I am a Mountain Ninja, aren't I, Aunties? This is a mountain on a mountain.
See how high we are? Mum was talking about altitoodsickymess. But I woz OK cos I am indestructabubble. She said that too.
And another one!
Mum said the path was very piccyesque, but they should have health warnings on it. And Dad said 'the map didn't give gradients, did it?'
There were so many mountains to climb I couldn't do them all!
We could hear some water.
And there it is! This pic is looking back. Cato had to be carried, but I did the steppy stones all by myself. AND I had a drink.
And then we went up AGAIN. Isn't this the mostest bestest most awesome walk ever ever EVER?
But then we had to start going down.
And Mum said 'I don't know if my knees are up to this.'
And Dad said 'well I hope they are, cos I think Cato may need carrying more than you do.'
See? He got stuck.
Dad had to go back and fetch him.
Mum says that no one can see from the pics quite how squelchy and slippy everything was, and it is a miracle that no one got to slide down the mountain on their backside.
That would have been fun, wouldn't it?
This is me scouting in a statuskew way.
And this is looking back up the hill wot we had just clambered down.
So then we had a sit down and a drink. We had some treats too. And that big dog was rescued from Spain. She was very big!
This is where we had lunch. It is a woolly mill that isn't woollying any more. It has eleccy stuff on the roof and the toilets have worms in them so that it has a small footyprint. Or something. I squeaked a bit when Mum went upstairs to widdle. She had to go upstairs because the widdle needed to fall down on top of the wormy house.
Mum is mad about trees, isn't she?
This was sniffy. We think this is the same water I drank at last time. It was running down the mountain all the way to here. I wanted another drink but I couldn't reach. So Dad got the bottle out. But bottle water Isn't fresh and splashy, is it?
Then I saw another path, and wanted to up it. See that mountain behind me? We woz on top of that!
Dad had to come and get me, cos I wanted to go UP!
Cato just wanted to walk with Mum. See how dirty his foots are? Haha!
Funny moss stuff.
It was very boring along the road. I wanted more mountains!!!
This tree woz OK. There was a cave under it. We would all have fitted in. We could have stayed out all night in our under tree cave den.
But then I found another wall and climbed on it. Dad said 'It is a sheer drop on the other side! 20 foots!'
and Mum said 'She won't fall. She doesn't know HOW to fall.'
And I didn't, did I Aunties?
And this woz another path. I went up it to see if Mum and Dad would come too.
And up this one too.
But Dad just came to get me down.
And then we went back to the car, so I beat Cato up in the car park.
And then we came home.
Mum: The whole walk was about 3 miles on the map, but with all that vertical mountaineering, and slipping, and clambering down and up and down and up, zig zagging and sliding down from tree to rock to tree, it must have been nearer 5-6 miles. Cato probably did 8-10 miles, and Little Miss Mountain Goat must have done about 15 miles. We didn't pass a rock she didn't climb on. Or a wall. Or a tree stump. And she was as fresh as a daisy at the end. She was exhausting to watch!
My knees managed to survive the ordeal. Just.
And Cato did MAGNIFICENTLY. He is a far different beastie from the poor gluten-poisoned sluggard of last summer. He was tired by the end, but all he needed was a snooze, and then he was fine. If we had taken him on that walk during his gluten phase, he would have slept for 24 hours after. This time, he was good to do it all over again, next morning.