Showing posts with label black dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black dog. Show all posts

Monday, 14 January 2013

Snowy Day


We're having a Snow Day here in Silsden. The dog and I just came back from a 5 mile hike over the moors and down to Addingham. Now we are back and it's time to put the kettle on, make some soup and fuse some glass. 


If only every Monday was like this. 




Wednesday, 4 November 2009

Why did you do it???



WHY did you think it was a good idea to roll on a sheep corpse last week? You have been subjected to three baths in expensive shampoo (don't tell Rachel we used her Australian stuff) which you hate and yet the smell doesn't seem to be dissipating.
It is particularly fetid behind your ears (your best feature) and you seem to wear it like a perfume (eau de stink). Have you wondered why nobody has cuddled you all week? Possibly not - do you even think at all?

Friday, 18 September 2009

Friday Afternoons!

2pm on a Friday comes around and I'm free from work! Yippee! I zip straight home, grab the dog lead, jump in the car and we both head for the hills....

One of our favourite walks is on Addingham Moorside, although we only do this once a week as it is rather strenuous.





The first part of the walk, up to Silsden Nab, is the steepest. It's good to get the worst part out of the way.



View of Silsden from the Nab with Cowling Pinnacle in the background.
Hurry up!
Walking along the path toward Addingham.
View of the wind turbines at Chelker Reservoir in the distance.


Beamsley Beacon with Addingham village in the middle distance


Turn right over the wall and start the final ascent to the bench on the top.


The footpath.

The bench is on the far right of the picture.

Here it is, at last!
Riddlesden Moor stretches out behind. To the left is Ilkley Moor, roughly 3 - 4 miles of walking (but not today)!
Interesting! What have we here?
Well fancy that! It's a stick.....

Looking down on the valley below. It's a shame that blogger doesn't have smell-o-vision because the heather is in full flower and everything smells dry. It's also a shame there isn't any sound - you can hear the curlews from here.
Well worth the walk!

Friday, 9 May 2008

A Walk to Bronte Falls

Last Bank Holiday Monday 5 May we took the dog for a walk to Bronte Falls. Here he is, keen to get moving.

We walked from Penistone Hill in Haworth to the Falls, a short walk of roughly 4 miles there and back, no strenuous climbing, just a gentle path. We could see across the valley to Stanbury and Oldfield. Below is Stanbury village.
The weather was hot and hazy, therefore the light quality was quite poor. This image is looking across the valley toward Lancashire, the Falls are below.
Once there we stopped to sit and paddle our feet in the beck. The original bridge was washed away in a flood so the Bronte Society paid to have a new one made. I don't know if the Falls had a name in the 19th century (someone enlighten me) but they are now named the Bronte Falls because the sisters lived at Haworth.


We intended to walk up to Top Withens, a ruin of a farmouse, said to be the inspiration for Wuthering Heights, but I had forgotten to bring a drink and, as my tongue was dragging on the ground from thirst, we walked back into Haworth and adjourned to the pub.




Here is Jackson, entertaining himself and anyone who was passing, by digging for stones in the beck.

Friday, 25 April 2008

Three years old today!


Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
You look like a doggeee....
and you smell like one too!

Tuesday, 16 October 2007

Frisbee Boy in action




"Throw it again! Go on, throw it, throw it again! Again! Throw it again, go on....."
Dog with obsessive/compulsive disorder.

Friday, 22 June 2007

Sex and the single dog

For two years Jackson has never shown any interest in the opposite sex - until yesterday! He caught a whiff of a terrier bitch on the other side of the park and took off, like a bullet, toward her. It was so embarrassing - he totally ignored me and kept his nose firmly clamped under her tail. And she obliged by rolling over - the floosie! Eventually I managed to rugby tackle him and dragged him back home. Later we went out and met two spaniels on leads, also in season, and he snubbed them. Do dogs, like men, think about sex every 30 seconds?
"Do you have the time
to listen to me whine"