Today was the day for doing my adopt-a-path stuff at Blanchland and Edmundbyers. I considered, however, that since I walked the Edmundbyers path twice for the DCC guided walk only a week or two back, that I didn’t need to do it again and instead, I would investigate some of the shoreline paths at Derwent Reservoir, particularly as Bruno had been nagging to go there for a while as he’s never been. And neither had I.
But first, we had the little matter of the six or so miles from Blanchland , up to Townfield through Deborah Wood and back to Blanchland over the bridleways on the moor top.
This went well. The Deborah Woods paths are getting a bit muddier, probably since this last September that’s just drained away provided some 150% of the usual September rainfall and the summer , generally has been the wettest since Noah got his first dinghy. So no surprises there.
The shored-up path to Townfield continues to fall apart very very slowly. I can;t detect much of a change since last May, in fact – but I’ll report it anyway.
And then we were ambushed. We entered a field full of suckler cattle and it became apparent, quite quickly , that they weren’t too keen on Superdawg’s presence. I let him off the lead and he decided that walking close at heel would be a good idea in view of the aggression starting to develop amongst our udderred friends.
They began to run at us and I had to wave my arms about and shout a bit to fend them off. Bruno retreated up the hill in short order. This was the wrong direction. I called him back. The cows got a bit madder and Bruno weaved amongst them, tail between his legs, causing even more havoc. A riot was developing. I did some more shouting as they came too close and chased them off. Bruno buggerred off in the downhill direction. This was a good decision as the now completely mental herd followed him at speed and forgot about me.
I didn’t take any pics as I was busy.
He waited for me by the gate. We escaped. there was a lot of noise behind us as we beat a retreat…
To Derwent Reservoir. I’d intended to see if I could circumnavigate it. The answer was “no”.
A path goes up one side for a couple of miles and a path goes up the other side for a couple of miles, but a complete circuit would involve road walking. So we didn’t. Its very nice, though, and the path is well made and easy to walk on. I introduced Bruno to some belted galloways who were much more civilised than the sucklers and were only interested to see what we were and whether or not we’d brought any hay. Or silage. Or anything.
We did eleven miles altogether.
Bruno’s attitude to cattle has hardened.