Goodbye Dunster!

Short Version:
Yum. Scratch. Goodbye! Goodbye, Goodbye!. Sniff. Eek! Wow... Furry.

Long Version:
We've pretty much unperfected the art of leaving a place we like: we meander about, eating delicious foods and generally luxuriating in a leisurely final few hours. Then we scramble about, hurriedly gathering together most of the stuff we've strewn about the place, and eventually get on the road several hours later than originally planned. This time we had not only delicious home-made bread and apple crisp and coffee to contend with, but also dogs who demanded we play "Fetch" with them and a visit from the enormous black horses from up the valley, who - despite protestations from Stefi and Archie's horses at the intrusion - bellied up to the wooden fence and leaned on it as we fed them apples. Apples gone, they tried again to eat Nene's clothes, then one of the bigger ones decided to use the fence as a butt-scratching device, and shivered the timbers loose. Then it tried to eat our hair as we put the railings back in place. Crazy beast.

Goodbyes were said, with hugs and handshakes, and then we were off up the valley, with a loaf of bread and an oat-and-applesauce cake and a heap of apples and many backwards looks. And without several items of clothing, although we didn't discover them until later. The valley turned on two golden eagles and a bald one* and then in the town of Tete Jeune Cache we saw a scary evil wizard man, who glowered frighteningly at us, which made us feel a little less sad about leaving the Robson Valley and heading up to Rearguard Falls, where we saw an immense volume of water flowing over the rocky drop, something furry at play in the pool below the falls, and a funny-shaped man with his pants pulled up really high.








* = That's a different type of eagle, not a golden eagle with no feathers