Day 23 East Marton to Skipton
This has been the wettest morning of my whole life! Not only rain but enormous quantities of it and lumps of ice too that my long haired one called – something I should not say – hail stones. Anyway, me no likey! This all happened as we were locking down a flight of six just out side Marden.
We had said goodbye to Bob and Sheila and hello to Mike and Barbie as they exchanged a taxi just an hour earlier at our overnight stop in East Marden and we had set off in dry-ish weather towards Skipton.
Just as we were committed and approaching the first of our locks in convoy with another long kennel, I was off mine helping, there was a very loud rumble which frightened me and then it poured down with solid water. My long haired one tried to protect me by shoving me under a bush but I was drenched and of course, so was she and every one else.
Too late for everyone, the heavy downpour continued and so did our journey. After about two hours the rain abated as we arrived at Gargrave where we stopped for some very welcome hot soup and a change of clothing. (at least they did, all I got was a rub down but I like that and I think my bearded one was a little disappointed that he didn’t get one). We made this into a lunch stop and when we were ready to proceed to Skipton, the sun tried to come out and failed it was just a case of dodging showers.
I was a bit naughty this afternoon, there was a field of cows and I thought they needed livening up, all they did was munch munch munch and I was able to jump into their field and boy o boy did they scatter, this was great fun but my long haired one was not amused, I was summoned back in no uncertain terms and I spent the rest of the afternoon walking on my lead, no sense of humour !
At 7:00 we arrived in Skipton and we found the very last mooring that would accept the 58 feet of my long kennel. They had a Gin and Tonic, I had some Chappie and biscuits.
Just one photo tonight of me – just a bit fed up with the rain. Unfortunately my bearded one missed my game with the cows.
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Poor Douglas. The weather where you are is rubbish. It is fine down South. Why don’t you ask your owners for a wet weather outfit? There are some pretty natty ones here:
http://www.barkingmadclothing.co.uk/waterproofs2.html