By: Blonde Two
We Blondes have been sitting on some exciting news since last week. Thanks to all of your voting efforts, we are finalists in the 2015 Simply Hike Blogger Awards http://www.simplyhike.co.uk/blog/outdoor-blogger-awards-2015-results/ (finalists is kind of the same thing as runners up – except that we refuse to run anywhere!)
This means that out of 32 blogs in the Walking and Hiking category, ours was one of the five most popular. We are particularly thrilled to see Dartmoor finally represented in an award (much walking news centres around Up-North!)
Six-Foot-Blonde however, has outdone his mother and his blog ‘Hammocker’ https://hammocker.wordpress.com/ is the Winner in his category (camping). For someone who has only been blogging for a few months, and does his camping slung between trees, this is an impressive achievement.
Six-Foot is being very well behaved and not gloating about beating his mum. I am being very well behaved and not being even a tiny bit jealous (believe that if you choose to!) It is always lovely to see your offspring achieve, particularly in a field that is close to your heart (we both like fields). We are off up to visit him soon and I think a family celebration is in order!
A massive thank you to all who voted for us and for Dartmoor, and to those who also supported Six-Foot-Blonde (who cut his outdoor teeth under Blonde One’s tuition on Dartmoor). If you are good, we will let you look at our trophy when we get it!
The hammock photo above belongs to Hammocker. I have not asked permission to use it and have stolen it off his blog. I am his mum so I can!!
Happy jolly hammocking – and a brill result – but K9 and I’ll stick to sleeping on the ground. His Nibs says I’d roll all over him if we were in mid-air; and here’s hoping the walking and hiking entry gives you Blondes a well-deserved (millions of times over) award too. There’s no other blog like yours!
There are definitely no other Blondes like us! We have recently discovered that we have particularly badly behaved hair!
For years “hike” was avoided in Britland, it was thought to be an unwanted Americanism. Brits preferred the ambiguous “walk” which, more often than not, didn’t convey the nature of what had been achieved and was confused in many peoples’ minds with “Going for a walk” – a very gentle activity, mainly for maiden aunts. Your present potential award provides complementary specialised information on both, suggesting they may be two sides of the same coin. But far too late. Americans themselves have now demoted “hike” from its association with rucksacks and an obsession with mosquitoes to quite modest feats of locomotion (eg, “I hiked up Fifth Avenue.”) and as a term of abuse (eg, “Take a hike!”) Proof that although I do neither I may still be regarded as sentient.
None of which is meant to rain on your parade. Your heads, once merely gilded, are no doubt destined to be true 22 carat, easily perceived by satellites passing over Dartmoor at an altitude of 120 miles. Often confused with a major town in Israel. Viz.:
Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blessed,
Beneath thy contemplation, sink heart and voice oppressed.
I know not, oh I know not,
What joys await us there
What radiancy of glory
What bliss beyond compare.
As you can see, I leave relevancy up to you. My job is strictly pot-pourri.
Strictly Pot-Pourri sounds like a new pseudo-celebrity game show. In which the participants have an allotted time slot in which to balance a perfume for a very particular not-so-pseudo-celebrity.
Congratulations! Although not surprising as you make great reading. Keep up the good work…Here’s to the trophy!
Thank you very much, we strive to please!