Posted by northernwench on Mon 22 Jan 07, 11:12 PM to northernwench's blog.
In all the turmoil of my brother being ill last week..almost forgot the funniest episode of the weekend.
My best pal was up for weekend, and following a rather heavy session on Saturday night she found herself unable to rouse herself from bed on Sunday morning for the walk we had planned.
Nonetheless I set out with a couple of other friends to Tockholes moor where we started an eight mile hike. Lovely day it was, we stopped for hot chocolate at the Tockholes cafe and had home made scones with fresh butter.
To aid us on our walk was my pals dog, a teeny puppy springer spaniel, cute as cute can be and twice as lively. He bounced all the way round the moor.
Anyhow, on the way back to the car we were approaching the ruins of an old manor house when we noticed a huge crowd gathered. On approach to our horror we realised that right by where we had parked the car was a Historical Re-enactment society in full flow. Half of them were up on a hill waving their papier mache swords and the other half, all sallow complexions and shoulder length sideburns, were finishing putting on their dustsheets with pockets sewn on the sides.
Snippets of conversation were heard:
Man, you look amazing. Where DID you get that mace?
Dude, you need to tie your belt higher, it was all above waist ties in those days.
We were smiling as we approached whilst hissing under our teeth 'for fucks sake get back to the car quick.'
Anyhow,these warriors from another time dimension set to each other, huffing and puffing up the embankment.
What they probably didn't have in that bygone age, was a springer spaniel with a squeaky rubber christmas pudding in its mouth, overjoyed to see new and exciting activity unfurling before him.
In seconds despite our calling him back, the puppy was doing slalom in and out of their sandalled legs, squeaking with pleasure and dropping the pudding awaiting someone to throw it for him. Bizarrely, and completely unexpectedly, they did not move out of character. Not once.
So, whilst puppy pulled at their smocks with his teeth, they cried out 'down, hound! down! ' whilst waving a cardboard shield in his general direction. All of which caused him to get even more excitable and take a shit in their warzone.
Eventually one brave warrior gathered him up in his smock, tiptoed towards us in his sandals, dropped him at our feet saying 'there you go mate'. Well we weren't going in, there was a war going on!
He returned to his troops who stood with hands on hips shaking their heads at him,berating him for going out of character. Despite such annoyance, the chief of the assault corps managed to roll a Golden Virginia roll up whilst lecturing the dog-rescuer, which I'm fairly sure wasn't available during those days of no electricity and running water.
There is nowt, I say nowt, as queer as folk.
| 22 Jan 07, 11:40 PM MissToria UK, 7 yrs |
fantastic, for further springer fun, may I recommend taking him to a lake popular with local fishermen I tried this once, NEVER again! www.croydonmunch.co.uk |
