The train times meant that we had a relaxed start to the
day. After an excellent “Cumbrian” breakfast, we boarded the 0913 getting back
on the route at 0946. We were quickly joined a lively sheep dog, that stayed
with us for over an hour. Eventually we called the owner from the number on the
dog’s collar and the dog was collected just before we had yet again to go
off-piste on account of the high tide covering the road. This detour, our late
start and the wet conditions under foot, meant that we made slow progress and we
could do no more than get back to the Ratty Arms just in time for a sandwich,
which John had taken the precaution of ordering by phone when it looked like we
would arrive after the chef had left. This meant that we had now been in the
Ratty on three separate occasions and walked past it a fourth time – another
record. Another rather feeble trip of just over 10 miles meant that over the
two days we had let 15 mile Johnny progress from 4 miles behind to 6 miles
ahead. The trains behaved themselves on the way home
Postscript – the next day we heard the sad news that Gary’s mother died on
Tuesday night
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