By: Blonde Two
Although Blonde One and I have seen an awful lot of each other recently, we haven’t really had any proper “Blonde Time”. We have had a lot of meetings with youngsters, camps with youngsters, walks with youngsters and even a couple of parties with youngsters. All of which and whom have been very lovely. However, sometimes a Blonde just needs to be a Two Blonde and sit on Dartmoor in the rain and chat and be silly and drink from her flask and find inappropriate places to go to the loo and invent silly names for things and eat Jelly Babies and wear her waterproof trousers on her arms because she forgot her coat and give tors odd names and lie in the bluebells to take photos and wear sandals with walking trousers and choose tents from a catalogue and drink some ale and get confused over maths and plan the next expedition and … well, just be Blonde really.
So yesterday, that is just what we did and this was our view. You should all try it sometime!
That is the real thing, not magic.
When you get the chance you should take it. The hard part is finding the venue.
So often I have promised myself a rest when I next see a suitable spot, but they crop up so rarely and I find myself walking on and on, and instead of enjoying my flask and home-made butty at normal lunching hour, all too soon it is halfway through the afternoon. Perhaps that is a skill I have not yet honed – you two Blondes seem to have a PhD in the subject. Don’t forget your sit-mats.
We worked out that we hadn’t done it since January and I did forget my sit mat but managed to alternate between wearing my waterproof trousers as a jacket and sitting on them. You must rest next time … and take a photo for us. You must be passing a fair few possible places at the moment!
Hee! Stitch a piece of plastic onto your rucksack flap and you’ll always have a sitter – and drier contents too. Pity it doesn’t work for the multitude of other things I forget – walking sticks, glasses, keys, notebooks, pencils – – –
Was down at Slapton Ley for a couple of nights last week, wild flowering at a very leisurely pace with K9. Idyllic.