WOUND UP. (17/10/14)

I have never been particularly tolerant but I am laid back, competitive or lazy depending on folks experiences of me. I was dreading having to go into Keswick twenty four hours before I went. I was so silly I was on the verge of the panic attacks or whatever I used to get after a big accident. Sweating and finding it difficult to breath, twitching and acting like a big muss or looney. I have solved the breathing bit I exhale into a bag and breath it back in, it sets me back on course. I once showed a nurse this trick but although it worked I could tell she was just humouring me. A Matron in the making she was.

I took the dogs out round the bottom of Derwentwater late yesterday afternoon. They were off the lead and doing what they have mostly always done, sniffing and snuffling about. They met two Golden Retrievers accompanied by a couple of ladies. One of the ladies asked if there were sheep about. I said yes so she popped one on the lead. A chap with a couple of Collies came along and asked if the dogs were all right. I said fine so there were five dogs chasing each other through a bog; well four as Molly just stands still and has a quick nip to keep the others on the go. It then went belly up. A couple and two Bull Terriers hove into view. The dogs thought yet more fun. His dogs were harnessed and studdered collared and were obviously not a tiny bitty friendly. I knew it, he knew it and six dogs Knew It. I whistled and got mine to stand still, I got a Retriever as well but no worries. Both Collies went and sat by their boss. The chap turned to his wife and said.

“It looks as if we are the only reading fuckers here. This lot can’t read keep dogs on a lead.”

The signs say keep dogs under control. I explained to him that I have middling control of both dogs and have a smattering of English and he ought to let his mix more and what is more I can tell the smell of shit from violets.

“ Love we ‘aze a smart arze here, he’z shit. Not worth it.”

I should have left it and walked on but I just couldn’t. I went up, crouched down and gave his dogs a pet. Stood up and said they are lovely. Pity you and the Misses are such shitz.. On they went but over his shoulder he shouted I’ll remember you. I yelled I doubt it you couldn’t remember your mothers maiden name. Nothing like a bit of a row to unwind a wound up Adrian.

I can’t tell where they were from, north of Manchester but not that far north. Burnley…Rochdale a Special Needs area wherever.

Set me up fine for the mysteries of Keswick car and truck parks this morning and I’m spot on now. Got back with shopping and it didn’t cost a penny in parking. Just wonderful what dealing with nutters and fifty brain cell folk and their pets can do. I just love the adrenalin burn.

It is pissing down here. here are the out takes from a great week.     Derwentwater and Skidaw. Looks better big, not much mind.

        A Pine and Keswick.

Cat Bells.

  Lodore Falls. Trickling.

Lodore Falls. This is a two and a half minute exposure. It’s like a fairy glen and one of my very best. This is now my desk top. Thank you camera.

     A lot of trees.

I am stopping here till the twenty fifth I have had wonderful weather and an image for my desktop. Despite the mildly annoying pond life and the horror of the cost of the place it is beautiful and worth a visit.

Have a great weekend.