After yesterday's euphoria, today has been more settled and, with another camp site teed up for tonight, there is a frisson of anticipation amongst my intrepid parents.
After a hearty breakfast, and collecting mum' precious clean washing we set out refreshed and revived to walk to Orton. First of all to Shap with Ziggy ( thanks mum) the Labrador and his mum and dad. Through Shap and the quarry, lunch on the limestone pavement up on the moor and down into Orton where we booked in to camp in the pub's beer garden.
Sadly, the landlady did not like dogs in her bar, and bizarrely she asked them not to pitch the tent until dusk as she didn't want people putting off. (Not sure what she meant by that!).
Apart from that she was most amenable and let them use a bathroom in the pub. Mum-was-in-seventh-heaven. A bath. First one since home. When she eventually returned to our table, dad had been to get her the Saturday Telegraph - a crossword, oh yes. Could it get any better? Well, actually, yes. He had bought her a bottle of wine, and it was such a shame because he didn't like it so mum just had to do her best. So that was her sorted whist dad went to have his bath.
When he came back, he kept looking at us, I can only say, oddly. After about half an hour of this, he said "have you noticed anything". Mum looked long and hard and shook her head.
Apparently, he had been shaving when somebody tried the door handle of the bathroom. Dad jumped so much that he took off half his moustache, and then had to remove the rest.
A fine meal was had by all, tent pitched and we settled down for the night which was fortunately bright and dry, so that the leaking tent was not a problem.
Mum's midge count is now 54, dad and I, 0!
Keep spreading the word.
M
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