Saturday 12 July 2014 – Hemsworth to Dent

Little man’s taking a breather while I post the holiday blog over the next few days. I carried on with Camp NaNo while I was away, so he’ll be back just as soon as I’ve caught up. This is the journal “what I wrote” while we were there.

The first day of our holiday was more eventful than we hoped it would be. We had a late start because we were taking the cats and wanted to drive straight there in one go. The cottage wouldn’t be available until 4pm, so that meant we didn’t have to leave before 1pm. I’d also had a very busy week and not had my usual pre-holiday errand day. Instead, once the poet arrived home from his work on Friday, off we went to do the shopping, deliver a birthday card and get something to eat.

Even though I had been busy all week, I’d still managed to clear all of the washing so we had plenty of clothes to choose from. Saturday morning, therefore, was mostly spent selecting and packing clothes. Plus, of course, our travel clothes. We also packed all of the food, cleaning things (house and personal) and goods required for 3 pets. The cats were allowed out for a couple of hours in the morning, but then they were contained on one floor to make sure they were present and correct …

… or so we thought.

The poet started to pack the car but we noticed we were a cat short. Holly. We searched the house but couldn’t find her … and then noticed that the back door was open. Wide open.

We called and whistled, but Holly wasn’t having any of it. So we decided to finish packing the car and then go looking for her if there was still no sign.

We finished packing the car and there was still no sign. So Ian went one way and I went the other.

In the car park I thought I could hear her miaowing, but I couldn’t see her. I climbed onto the wall to look over the fence just as Ian appeared on the other side, both of us calling and Holly miaowing loudly.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

“Is that Holly?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Where is she?”

But I didn’t know.

“Is she over that way?” he asked, pointing at the houses behind me.

“I don’t think so,” I said, turning. “I think she’s in this part somewhere —”

And there she was, right behind me, rolling around in the dust, miaowing happily.

So I grabbed her and off we went, locking the house behind us and, ensuring all the animals were secure on the back seat of the car, we headed off … via Tesco. For Paracetamol, petrol, and air for the tyres. We’d gone about 10 minutes down the road beyond Tesco when Ian realised he’d forgotten something and he turned the car around and we went back home.

By 2pm we were finally on our way again, for a hopefully undisturbed journey …

But we had to stop … 3 times … for Holly …

Domino was brilliant. She curled up in her basket, didn’t make a single sound, fell asleep, and stayed there. For the entire trip. In fact, we did wonder once or twice if she was still alive.

Rufus was brilliant. He was on his best behaviour, happy to have the cats with us for a change, and happy to be going for a ride. And every time we did stop, he had a quick walk.

Holly was not brilliant. And she got car sick. She cried a bit and, when we let her out of the basket, she prowled a bit too. But in the end we had to keep her and her car sickness contained.

At 4:30pm we arrived at our lovely little cottage in Dent. The sun was still shining and all along the route we were reminded of the previous week’s cycle race, the Tour de France in Yorkshire, as we drove through several pretty towns and villages still decorated with bunting.

It took much less time to unpack the car than it had to pack it and once the cottage door was closed, the cats were allowed to explore.

Then Ian set to work making our tea. We had bacon, sausages, fried egg, mushrooms and bread, with fruit for pudding. He built the fire (it powers the hot water), we took the dog for a quick walk, and we settled down for an evening in front of the telly. The last time we were at the cottage, last August (2013), the television had 3 channels on it. This time we had 7. Luxury! So we watched some drivel and then a film at 9pm.

When we were packing up my house, we stumbled across my old SLR camera, a Pentax MZ50 AF with 2 lenses. I’d already tried, and failed, to sell it, but the poet asked if we could keep it as he’d like to give it a go. We emptied it of any film and changed the batteries, but it took us ages to stumble upon some new film that hadn’t already expired. We did find some, though, and the Pentax came with us to Dent so he could have a practise.

The camera came out with us on our local walk as it doesn’t matter if they don’t come out. We still had the digital cameras as backup. The pop-up flash already isn’t popping up and I think the camera may have winding-on issues, but time will tell and we shall see soon enough.

A light drizzle as we walked the dog had turned into a downpour by bedtime, and so ended our first day in Paradise.

Here are a few pictures for today’s post:

Beautiful Dentdale (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Beautiful Dentdale (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Dent on a rainy evening. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Dent on a rainy evening. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
The village of Dent. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
The village of Dent. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Meadow pipit in Dentdale. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Meadow pipit in Dentdale. (Picture: Ian Wordsworth)
Holly hiding. (Picture: Diane Parkin)
Holly hiding. (Picture: Diane Parkin)

Enjoy!

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