Me and the Dawg quite like living ooop here in the North-East where its not too difficult and usually quite quick to find a quiet little hideaway where there are no madding crowds to get far from and where only the local shepherd and the keeper visit from time to time. (Hopefully not when you’re snoozing in your tent)
So me and the Dawg and the Son-In –law had a Friday night out somewhere up Weardale where nobody goes and very few people are all that bothered anyway.
Bruno attempts so self-anaesthetise as he’s not allowed any alcohol
We got wet on the way up, blown about overnight, midgied, sunshine and sausaged in the morning (this is not a metaphor, we ate sausages…)
A cave – now parked in the list of places to explore with a helmet on.
Geologist and anti-cat protester Bruno points out some coral fossils in a streambed. Some say it’s Frosterley marble. Others say it’s nowhere near Frosterley
The idea was to camp on top of a local Nuttal/Hewitt but the wind blew hard and the rain slashed down in sheets, so we ended up in a very nice sheltered green spot at a mere 500 metres.
An interesting limestone kirk very close by….
Bruno enjoyed the akto. I had some rum, a chicken curry and radio 4.
We might do this again.