Good day at Indian Head

You've all heard of the film "Bad day at Blackrock", well this is a bit different as it's "Good day at Indian Head" which is at Dovestones reservoir,.

Pepe and I set off early to Dovestones which is in Greenfield if you don't know it, we went to pay a visit to Velda's tree which I've mentioned before in an earlier post.

On arrival it was a visit to the buttie wagon there first for a bacon muffin and a drink, the nice lady there always gives me a little doggie bag for Pepe with sausage cut up small, that's nice isn't it!.

As I've said before parking at 60p for 3 hours and £1.30 for all day incase you are feeling energetic and want to go up into the hills rambling.

A look from the carpark and blue buttie wagon.

 A panoramic view!.

Then it was a nice walk in the sunshine up to Velda's Tree, that has a beautiful view over the hills in all directions 

Everything all right there, though the leaves are turning yellow as it will in the autumn, as it explains on the notice board at the entrance to the site   

No cocking your leg up on this tree Pepe!.

 Then on the way back to the car park and another drink, spotted some windsurfer's rigging their sails and went over to see if there was any change in equipment since my younger days (60+) when I used to be fit enough to participate in this wonderful sport. The saying "the mind is willing but the flesh is weak" springs to mind!.

A bit larger and windier than Etherow Country park.

As you can see the reservoir is well down since we haven't had a lot of rain lately, be standpipes and hose pipe bans next hey.    

There they are those brave men on their sailing machines.

Oh happy days!.

Then it was off to John's for sunday dinner and a play with his family dogs Jessie and Max.

Tired out at last!

Are we safe now Dad!.

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Signs your getting old 

Pop music all sounds the same.

When sitting outside the pub you start to admire their hanging baskets.

You have a party and the neighbors don't even realise it.

Your back goes out more than you do.

The glint in your eyes is from the sun on your bifocals.

You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there.

Whenever you fall asleep, people worry that your dead.

A night on the tiles means a long game of scrabble.

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Thats all folks.