A'venturising with Mummy and the 'Uman

People's I've been on 'oliday. I tooks Mummy and the 'Uman to a place called York Shire Dales. It's pritty--like me--and got lumpy bits--like Jazz. It fits us.

We stayed in the collapsible house again that Mummy calls a tent, but it was a bigger one this time, and Mummy 'sembled it straight from the car. She didn't have to lug it up a blumin mountain again and let the 'Uman get frost bites--not like last time.

The house lived right next to a river, which was really, really cool, peoples. It meant that I could go and cool off from the hotness whenever I felt like it. Just climbed down the bank and went for a swim, or a paddle if I only wanted to cool off my tootsies. Mummy even dividesed a fridge in the river...sort of. She put the 'Uman's beers, some other drinks, butter and stuff in her dry bag and sealeded it up. The she tied a rope around it, tied it to a tree and dangled the bag in the river, where the water was chilly. The 'Uman called her Bear Gryhls then...I don't understand, but I wasn't going to tell the 'Uman that! 'Specially when it turned out that the 'Uman hadn't packed the right gas for the new campy cooker she had brought. Mummy had to cook right over the fire instead. Sometimes, peoples, I has to shake my head at the 'Uman.

We did a new a'venture fing this time called Gorge Walking. Now, I don't know exactly it's called this but I fink it's  because all Mummy and the 'Uman kept saying while they was walking and swimming down the river was 'Oh it's gorgeous'. So maybe it's short for Gorgeous Walking...don't know.

So the Gorgeous Walking meant we could go climbing up and down the rocks with the water falling off them.

See? Gorgeous.

On the first day, Mummy and the 'Uman came in the water in swimming cozzies. The 'Uman said that she was getting frost bites again on different places to last time and the next day they wored wetsuits for the Gorgeous Walking. Wusses. I just went in in my fur.


Mummy tooked lots--and I do mean lots--of pictures with her camera. Some are really nice, and then she took some that aren't...erm...quite so nice.

 

This is the 'Uman from underwater. Mummy was being...erm...creative.

 

So back to me. I proved my swimming championshipness by racing the 'Uman for the stick in the water. I even gaved her a head start as I am 'ceptional. I call this video 'Uman versus Merlin de First, Queen of all her lands and must be obeyed. But I gives you all permission to watch it.

 

 

I think, peoples, I have found my Olympic sport.

 

There are more photopictures of my a'venturing on my facebook page. Mummy posted them before I could get to the laptop.

 

Bye for now, peoples, more to follow. Thank you please. Merlin de First, over and out.



Training for the weekend demo'strations!

Peoples, we're nearly ready for ya! Well, I am. Not sure abouts Effy...she hasn't been to skool to learn about jumps, and weaves and tunnels and fings. So me and Jazz have been showing her some stuff.

Can't have her letting the team down for the dog show and agility demo'strations on Sunday at my campsite...well Jazz says its her campsite. But we knows better don't we, Peoples!

Mummy says I have to plug the outdoor festival this week so that you all come to see me...I mean everything that's going on this weekend. So go here for more info'mation not about me, http://goo.gl/cGIhH

But I'll be there all weekend!

Recovery from mountain conkerin.

There is many ways that you people's seems to recover from this mountain conkerin stuff. Some of you sleeps it off...

Some of you eats foods...

Some of you vows never agains, feets hurt too much....

 

 

And some of yous drinks.

A lot.

I have been trying out your recovery methods but I fink I prefers my own.

I calls it...again!

Wild Camping...The Results.

The 'Uman is a numpti. A well trained numpti...but still a numpti (More of the training for 'Uman's in my next blog). Here is my reasoning for this denig...desing...insult!

When we went conkerin big mountains with Mummy and the 'Uman carrying big bags...the 'Uman had a fing over her bag that kept blowing in the wind.

The fing scared me...flappin in the wind. 'Uman also got her pants, gloves, and hat all wet...they froze over night in the mini house. It wasn't good. Mummy had to bash them against a rock so she could move them and carry on with the 'venturin.

See peoples...I was there!

 

It was very, very, very cold up there. I have to tell you peoples. So cold in fact that I had to make myself a little nest with the extra stuff I had the 'Uman carry up the mountain in Merlin's Kit list.

Did I mention that it was very, very, very, very, very, very cold up there peoples? No? Wel it was very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very cold up there!

So this was meant to be the route...

Gatesgarth farm up to Scarth Gap then we climb up Haystacks. Stay in the mini house till the morning then we go back to Scarth Gap and climb up Seat, High Crag, High Stile, Red Pike, then Great Borne for another night in the mini house. Next day then down to Scales Force waterfall and in to Buttermere village.  This is pretty much the Buttermere Round and lots of Peak baggin for Merlin's.

It didn't happen.

Instead we did this...

Gatesgarth farm to Scarth Gap then climbed...and I do mean climbed...Haystacks in a blizzard (That's what the 'Uman called it--Mummy said it was a bit of snow that obscurred the path a little bit and made it a little bit harder). We stayed in the mini house at Innominate Tarn...and then changed the route 'cos it was too snowy the next day. Mummy 'cided that the climbing back down Haystacks was too icy and dangerus. So we went to Blackbeck Tarn, Fleetwith Pike, Hoopers Quary, Honnister House, up to Dale Head, and stayed in the mini house at Dale Head Tarn. The next day we then went down the miners path into Newlands Valley and got to the cottage that the 'Uman had booked for the rest of the week.

It was an 'venture. Mummy took lots of very pretty photo's, I bagged some peaks, Jazz chased me a bit, we both rolled in sheep poo...and the 'Uman survived. Barely.

Pretty...

Merin thinks I was refering to her...not the gorgeous winter wonderland as the sun begins to set over the Tipi's at Deepdale Backpackers and camping.

Oh well!

Labeling

Day 2 of my captivity has been a little confusing.

The 'umans keep saying 'Merlin' at me, then waiting for me to do something. I don't know what. The black and white monster seems to look at the 'umans when they say the word 'Jazz'. They have also put a label on me. it's on this stringy thing around my neck. I tried to look at it, but I went cross eyed.

Food is still good and sleeping facilities are adequate.



I will continue to keep you up to date.

Abducted.

This is me.

I have been abducted from my mates and my Mum and transported in a rolling box from Lincoln to a place called Norfolk. (I looked on a map and it's the bit that looks like a fat bum on the UK.)

My first night in captivity was a bit of a blur. I may have been drugged because I slept. A lot. There is also a black and white monster that looks at me all the time. I think it hates me.


See this is me trying to soften it up for my escape. Doesn't look very likely does it?

The grub's ok and there aren't too many hungry mouths trying to get at it while i'm eating. They also are trying to bribe me with treats and toys. So far they have given me a teddy bear, some chewy thing thats supposed to taste like bacon... what's bacon? Some rope toy, and empty plastic bottle... well they didn't give me that one. I stole it. I also stole the shoes from one lady and the socks from the other. So they can't chase me. A belt off a dressing gown. and some paper they keep putting on the floor. Not figures that one out yet. Maybe they're just messy?

Gotta go. They may be watching.

I will keep you informed of my progress.