Eddie the Druid
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I haven’t posted any photo’s of Eddie in an age, we went on a walk in Derbyshire that was very pleasant indeed.
The walk started at the Druids Inn, or at least I think that was what the pub/restaurant is called, its a swanky place which has recently been taken over the same guy who runs the Thyme restaurant in Sheffield, if the nosh is only even half as good as Thyme it would be well worth checking out, and you couldn’t possibly ask for more idelic surroundings.
There were some Bronze Age stones laid out in a circler manor half through the walk, possibly meant to be the highlight but it just looked like some weathered stones to me, still you do get the eerie feeling that some witchcraft had taken place and Eddie seemed right in there.
More Derbyshire pr0n. Speaking of Eddie, he’s got some mysterious growth in between the pads of one of his paws and he gets vicious if you fiddle with it, I think it might be a blister, but it’s most unlike any blister i’ve ever had. Still, I think I’d have weird growths on my feet if I walked everywhere bare-foot. It’s his own silly fault for being a dog.


With it being quite a mild day we took Eddie the PBGV with a big heart into the country for a wee constitutional. Some place called Little Longstone, near the start of the Monsal trail. Unfortunately the rest of country had also chosen today to visit this tiny village, took an age to find somewhere to park and eddie was starting to stress and pant, poor thing still isn’t too keen on cars. 2nd problem was that we couldn’t work out a way to get to the trail that didn’t involve hiking across muddy fields, once the muck was up to our knees we figured we’d best give up on the idea. So we did the obvious thing and set off for the lovely pub in the centre of the village, and we were walking up the lane with Eddie when we heard a large rumble, and some hysterical barking and I think I now know what it must be like to be hit by an enormous tidal wave, except rather than being composed of water; this was a tide of bloodhounds. The thousands came wooshing around the corner and I had to grab Eddie so he wasn’t washed away, all barking wildly they scraped past my legs almost knocking me over but barely noticed me as they were concentrating hard on their mission. Soon behind came the hunters all giggles and ahoys on horseback, shouting hi at me and Eddie. Does owning a Dog make us one of them?? Shudder. And why is it that I go all my life haven’t never seen a hunt taking place, and then do so as soon as it’s made illegal?


