Friends, collies, rescue services,
I am a bit more revived now – from our weekend in Perth and Kinross, after a nice long rest. So, let me spill the beans. I’ll come to my mountain walking in my next blog but, what can I say about being away with B? It is the loveliest and most alarming experience all at the same time. Take Friday for example. We left later than planned, arrived and set up van at about 7.00pm. Then, before you can say cat’s whiskers, we had to move on. After going for a walk and then looking at a map on the notice board (on the way to which I had a slight altercation with some cattle), I was informed that we have come the wrong way. So, there was nothing for it, we had to up wheels and move on. It was nearly 11.00pm before we finally settled down for sleep and we were meant to be starting out early the next morning. This is my first picture ever of wild vanning and the second one is after B has tucked me up for sleep, in my blanket. Don’t I look snug?
Friday and Saturday were all about walking and without too many things to concern a young dog, apart from the strangeness of it all: being so far from home; sleeping in remote places in my van; missing David and – I have to say it – the old girl, so v. v. v badly. Still, more about Friday and Saturday anon. Sunday was another country, metaphorically speaking (gosh, isn’t my vocabulary coming on?). I knew we weren’t getting going till later, to let the worst of the weather pass over, but it got to 7.30am and I was bursting for a pee. I tried to gently nudge B and give her a hint and right enough, she got up and had me out of the van in no time. She slammed the van door shut and promptly locked the keys in my van. All the doors were locked and all our worldly possessions inside. So, there we were, in a layby up in the hills 10 miles from the nearest village. All B had in her possession was the other end of my lead. Everything, I mean everything else, was locked inside the van. I was impressed that she didn’t panic and nor did I. That’s because I’m a dog and I didn’t have a clue what was going on. Fair play to her, she took me to have a nice long leak and everything else, before even thinking about her current dilemma.
What a funny day. I had a nice drive – in a big van with proper beds – to the village. I wish we have a lovely modern warm comfortable van like that. They were very nice people who took us there and I was as good as gold. To be honest I was so confused I thought it best just to keep my head down. The people were from Holland and I think we were lucky that they would still talk to us after that referendum thingy, but I won’t go on. I’ve told you my thoughts on that score before Holding out the paw of friendship. Anyway, in the village, B went to a house where there was a big car outside, with bright stripes and a thing for flashing lights on top. There wasn’t anyone in so she started speaking at the wall. You can see why I worry about her, can’t you? Then it started raining and neither of us had coats. Well, I don’t actually have a rain coat but guess where B’s was. We went and stood under a shelter thing and just stood there. B said it was like waiting for Godot, whoever he is. We waited for over an hour but got talking to some other nice people. I was on my best behaviour being so bemused by the proceedings so far. Anyway, the ankles weren’t moving so there wasn’t much of interest to excite me.
Next B went over to speak to the wall again and, I began to wonder, how would a little dog like me would go about getting their human to a place of safety, for their own well being; perhaps a secure unit. Anyway, the long and the short of it was that we went to a shop, where B had to start all over again and make lots of phone calls. I could tell that, 20 minutes later, she wasn’t happy. Then we went and stood in the shelter again. Why B had been in a shop with lots of rain coats and come out without one was another puzzling thing about my day. I decided it was best not to think too hard. After another long wait a big van drew up, but this one didn’t have nice beds in. It had a horrible oily smell and I wasn’t allowed to sit in the front, so B sat with me among the smelly things. She told me they were tools, that would help us get back into our van. That man was a British man but he wasn’t very nice because he said I had to go in the back in case I was vicious. I can tell you I didn’t like the implication. However, he went up a bit in my estimation when he got us back in our van. Sadly, we are no longer totally wind and waterproof and the lock, which wasn’t in the greatest shape is now broken, Something B has to sort out to make sure we can lock ourselves in overnight.
B has promised me she is going to get a spare key and keep it in her money belt, so we will never have to miss a days walking because she is a silly old biddy again.
Therefore, I missed my fourth Munro. I will tell you about the ones I did in my next blog but, in the meantime, here is a picture to stir your interest. I believe it was taken on a steep path as an excuse for giving B a break. she was doing a lot of huffing and puffing at the time.
Phew, that was a long blog. I’m exhausted, must sleep.
And so to bed
Love Ben xx