We went back to Gran and Granpops at the weekend, this time to get to the top of The Stiperstones.
Of course dad had to have a cup of tea, a sandwich, and do the crossword before we set off.
He's doing the small one on the other side, if he started on the big one you can see we'd be here all week!
Look Grans got a photo of me when I was a pup, on the window sill
Just checking Gran's making the sandwich how dad like its, she don't look like this without a head, but shes like mom don't liked to be photographed. If only I could grow a couple more inches I could counter surf.
Dad took that long trying to finish it that me and Dougall had time to make up, the last time we met he was being a right pain in the butt fuzz.
That's where we're going right to the top, time for a quick zoomie around one of Granpops fields, I now know that this was a silly thing to do, when I've got a 3mile walk to come!!
Now if you don't know, mom is the worlds worst at map reading, in this case that's OK we don't need a map you can see the route to go, its not to hard, that's the bit that you can easy walk though the heather. Oh no Dads up for going the most direct route, this started off fine, the heather and the billberry bushes being quite low, but the higher we go the bigger they get, All I can hear behind me is mom whinging, "we should have followed the foot path" and " there could be Adder's under here" and "if George gets any ticks on him I won't be happy" and "he's to small to jump over the heather" " Mom Please, give it a rest!!"
We carried on but in the end I'd had enough of heather and windberries going in me eye's, and they were to big for me to jump over, so dad came to the rescue and picked me up. Thanks Dad moms still behind yacking on "I told you so, next time we go up the path"
This the closest to the top we got, I'm not pushing my luck, might break a leg going up there.
(don't know the bloke on the top, we was waiting for him to move,
but them his mate joined him, he messed up me photo!!!)
There's rocks all along the top
"Mom pack it in, no butt shots please!! and that includes Dad"
This part of the rocks is called The Devil's Chair, more about that later.
It was quite misty on the day we went.
This is some rocks that I could get to the top.
Back down to the farm for food
Now I don't know want had happened in the time we had been away, but Dougall true to form had a cob on, he is one moody doxie!!! can you see the face.
Anyway at dinner I sat nice and quiet under the table, while he's yapping his head off at me!! so Gran put him in the dog house to calm down (that's the back hall to you and me) its got a kitty flap, he could jump though it if he wanted, I'm not sure if he is that intelligent!
Oh I forgot to tell you the story of the stones
This is just one version of the folk law
The story goes that two great dragons, one red and one white fought a terrible battle over the lonely forests and bogs of south Shropshire and were seen in a dream by the great enchanter Merlin. Finally, locked in the embrace of death, they fell to earth and became the mountain ridges of the Stiperstones and the Long Mynd.
This bit of text was taken from this web site,
which all so has some nice photos of the stones, it is a bit of a spooky place
Granpops version is as follows, he was told this at school all those years ago, so I'm going with this one.
A Giant was carring stones in his apron all the way from Pulverbatch,
when he got to the hill the apron strings broke, he said blow it (Granpops used stronger words than this, I'm sure they didn't use them words long ago) , and left them there,
which is where they are to this day.
See Yea George xxx
