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Clifftop wandering in Crackington Haven

These photos have been lurking on my camera card since my birthday a couple of weeks back.   We had a trip up to the North coast of Cornwall for a change, and went up a cliff.



I will try to remember to come back here in seal pup season, because this strand on the other side of the cliff from Crackington Haven seems like exactly the sort of inaccessible place to spot them.   There's a little waterfall in there too, on the right hand side, and seagulls wheeling over it.

The next valley was rather lovely, in a 'separate from the world' kind of way.  No visible roads or cars, just hills and the sea at one end of the coombe. I took some photos, but they did not really capture the sense of having fallen into a different time and place.

I let Rosie run about.  She refused to run about, and instead came and complained to Pp about having to wear her muzzle.


Everything smelled of sea and the scent of gorse-flowers.  A long way from anywhere else.

On the route back, the troops were beginning to look a little unenthusiastic.


It was time to feed them, or there might be a mutiny.   Here is the scene in the cafe when we stopped for lunch, which I call where is my... SOSSIDGE?

(He did get a sossidge).

Then we went down onto the sand, and there was running about.  I was trying to let Rosie off the lead at this point, since clearly she wanted to run, but she was whirling about too much and I couldn't stop her.  Much ludicrous dancing occurred, as Rosie and Brythen leaped madly about, and I leaped madly about trying to ensure the lead was not wrapped around Rosie in a manner likely to result in an expensive vet bill.


Are these not lovely pictures of a pair of dogs having much fun together, so that both have no reason to do anything else?  WRONG.  As soon as I got Rosie sorted out and let her off the lead, she immediately ran away and completely ignored me until she had climbed up onto a cliff.  Fortunately, she was quite tired by this point, so it was only a little cliff, and she then stood and adopted a dramatic pose, reminiscent of the  French Lieutenant's Woman,  until I crept up on her and put her back on the lead, (which I don't think ever happened to the French Lieutenant's Woman).

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timetiger
26th Mar, 2017 00:23 (UTC)
The French Lieutenant's Woman -- hee! I think of that book far too often than makes any sense.
bunn
26th Mar, 2017 17:10 (UTC)
If I'm honest, I was thinking of the movie scene more than the book. I should probably re-read the book.
parrot_knight
26th Mar, 2017 00:29 (UTC)
I now think of the phenomenon of Brythenrise, by which ancient peoples propitiated the dog-headed sun god by offering up sausages.
bunn
26th Mar, 2017 17:11 (UTC)
Brythen is easily propitiated. A cuddle will do. Rosie, on the other hand...
pixel39
27th Mar, 2017 17:46 (UTC)
Yes!

Have you read Castle Hangnail, by Ursula Vernon? Wormrise! Brythenrise!
heartofoshun
26th Mar, 2017 01:34 (UTC)
Great pictures!!

Are these not lovely pictures of a pair of dogs having much fun together, so that both have no reason to do anything else? WRONG. As soon as I got Rosie sorted out and let her off the lead, she immediately ran away and completely ignored me until she had climbed up onto a cliff. Fortunately, she was quite tired by this point, so it was only a little cliff, and she then stood and adopted a dramatic pose, reminiscent of the French Lieutenant's Woman, until I crept up on her and put her back on the lead, (which I don't think ever happened to the French Lieutenant's Woman).

They are endlessly entertaining and you tell it very well!
bunn
26th Mar, 2017 17:11 (UTC)
Rosie specialises in making me tear my hair and providing anecdotes...
el_staplador
26th Mar, 2017 11:21 (UTC)
SOSSIDGE!

I keep meaning to read The French Lieutenant's Woman. We went to Lyme Regis last year and I did manage to read Persuasion in preparation, but I didn't get as far as Fowles.
bunn
26th Mar, 2017 17:14 (UTC)
I must admit, I've not read it for many years and can't really remember it. I, like you, meant to when we went on holiday to Dorset, but didn't manage it!
ladyofastolat
26th Mar, 2017 13:39 (UTC)
When you say that the troops were getting mutinous and needed feeding, I see that the picture includes Pp. Is he a troop? I'm wondering if he got to sit under the table, peering hopefully above it in the hope of the sossidge that was promised.
bunn
26th Mar, 2017 17:17 (UTC)
I believe that Pp should not, in fact, be a troop, and am happy to offer him joint command.

However, he has a tendency to assume the status of troop, by saying things like 'you've walked me too far' 'where are we going now?' and 'why didn't you bring treats for ME?'
puddleshark
26th Mar, 2017 18:17 (UTC)
Beautiful! I love lost, lonely coombes. Especially when it's warm enough for the gorse to be scented.

LOL at the Brythen-demanding-sossidge time-lapse.
huinare
26th Mar, 2017 19:35 (UTC)
Happy belated birthday! That looks like an eventful trip.
pigshitpoet
15th Apr, 2017 15:32 (UTC)
dog on the hill
greyhound?

that's a pretty rugged coast..
bunn
15th Apr, 2017 15:38 (UTC)
Re: dog on the hill
Actually, they are both lurchers (sighthound crosses, bred for hunting).

Brythen, the brindle one, had a genetic test that showed he is about 1/4 greyhound (I would have guessed more like half, but the test reckoned the rest is a mix of whippet, saluki and chunkier dogs).

Rosie the fawn girl has not had a test, but certainly looks strongly saluki, probably with some whippet in the mix as well.
pigshitpoet
15th Apr, 2017 20:01 (UTC)
Re: dog on the hill
sound like some fine creatures..

we had a great dane saluki mix once that was part rhodesian ridgeback and shepherd. is that even possible? it went loopy and tried to attack people so we had to put it down.

after that we got a dobermann and a chesapeake

they were people creatures. the dobermann used to tried to sit upright on the sofa with us to watch tv. the chesapeake liked to plash around in the creek and anything that resembled mud.

we had part quarter horses for riding and lived on 40 acres back then, around 30 years ago.

i like the first photo it really has an emotional quality to it.

thanks for sharing

Edited at 2017-04-15 20:02 (UTC)
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