Here’s wee Piglet in Borrowdale last weekend. Aaaaah 🙂
Being the slavering, enormous beastie that she is, I can entirely understand why I’m not allowed to take her into my local Black’s Camping store. Not. Nor are they willing to hold her at the door for a couple of minutes while I try on Wellies for size. Piglet and I will have to purchase my Wellingtons elsewhere, it seems!
Roll on the day when I move to a place where walking shops exist to serve real people who actually want to get out there and walk, rather than people simply looking for a natty new jacket to wear around town. Piglet says “Grrrrr!”, and so do I.