The history of Hawkshead in the Lake District.

Well we've just arrived back down to earth with a big bump, the daily grind begins again I'm going to try and fit things in around her sleeping so I can spend more quality time with her.

One big thing I noticed was in the 2 weeks we were there we never saw any dog muck or litter considering the amount of people and dogs we saw, why can't people be like that at home it goes to show it can be done, another thing is we never saw 1 staffie everyone has dogs because they love them not for a status symbol.

Village life is great everyone is so friendly and all the shops are dog friendly I even got told off for standing outside with Sheba in the rain. Even Sheba's favourite treats were reduced to less than half price the shop assistant said Christmas is just as much about the dogs as it is us I love her way of thinking. It was a dog walkers paradise.

Were we stayed was just 2 minutes walk from the medieval village of Hawkshead which hasn't changed in all them centuries it's still a maze of higgledy-piggledy cobbled streets, a typical village consisting of a church, chemist, post office and four pubs.

The Lake District landscape was forged in the ice age which is why there are so many lakes and tarns around the place formed by big sheets of ice sliding down the mountains.

It will take me to much time to go in depth about the history so I will provide links for you to browse at your pleasure.

Hawkshead village history.

Hawkshead Tourist Information.

Hawkshead with photos.

Hawkshead. 

Hawkshead visit Cumbria.

We're back off holiday.

I would like to say it's nice to be back off holiday but I can't I had to much of a good time and didn't want to come home home. I'm going fore a snooze now so will let Dad take over for now.

We all had a great time and Sheba loved it, 95% of her walking was off lead and she got loads of praise off people for being so well behaved, she was a real pleasure to be out with and didn't let us down once came back when called, walked to heel when required and was just the perfect companion  even Mum fell in love with her seeing the true Sheba, it's nice to see all the training has paid off and I've got a dog I can be proud of and take anywhere I lost count of how many doggy and human friends she made. She used to just sit and lap up all the attention, on one occasion a group of young lads in the village wandered over to stroke her including one nervous looking lad who I found out was scared of dogs but Sheba worked her magic and put him at ease.

One thing Sheba taught me this weekend is there's more to life than blogging and Social Media, we never had wifi and I didn't even miss it, so I probably won't spend as much time on facebook or this blog and concentrate more on Sheba I don't want to lose the Sheba I saw on holiday.

Chilling with Dad.

One of my many doggy friends I met on holiday.

Some of the treats I got for Christmas.

Happy New Year.

Auld Lang Syne is a Scots poem written by Robert Burns in 1788. It is traditionally sung at the conclusion of New Year gatherings in Scotland and around the world, especially in English-speaking countries.

Auld Lang Syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And never brought to mind? 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And auld lang syne! 

For auld lang syne, my jo, 
For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne.  

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp! 
And surely I'll be mine! 
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne.
 
We twa hae run about the braes, 
And pou'd the gowan fine; 
But we've wander'd mony a weary fitt, 
Sin' auld lang syne. 

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine; 
But seas between us braid hae roar'd 
Sin' auld lang syne.

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere! 
And gie's a hand o' thine! 
And we'll tak a right gude-willie-waught, 
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my jo, 
For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne.

Happy New Year.