THE MADGANG GO BOGTROTTINGON MUGGLESWICK COMMON

Here is the photographic record of Glenna's Birthday Walk this year. Fourteen years old and still up for a four and a half hour yomp across muddy moorland. Unlike myself who was well knackered by the end of the ramble.

Beginning of walk looking back downhill to Derwent Reservoir 

Derwent Reservoir

Looking back down the uphill track

A shooting butt behind which rich men hide and shoot at large,
 intellectually challenged birds that can hardly fly. They call this sport.

Glenna and Delphi with half of Muggleswick Common on their tummies.
The birthday girl is the ridiculously young looking dog on the left

Bogtrotting

Boglayingdowninthemudlikeanidioting

Henspotting

Crossing the burn

Downstream from the bridge across the burn

Over the top...

... and down the hill
The downhill track back to the car

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THE MADGANG GO BOGTROTTINGON MUGGLESWICK COMMON — 16 Comments

  1. What beautiful photos, and such beautiful, wonderful doggies! A great sight to see on returning from our annual Diocesan Convention. Happy Birthday, Glenna!

  2. By the way, from whence comes a name like Muggleswick? And did Rowling get the name for non-magical folk from it? (Yes, I’m a little fried after two days of hyper activity with 300+ people and me an introvert.)

    • The name of the Derwentdale village of Muggleswick, means `Mocla’s Wick’ – the farm belonging to Mocla, a descendant of a Celtic chieftain. In later times it was the site of the hunting lodge for Muggleswick Park, which belonged to the priors of Durham. Muggleswick park was enclosed by prior Hugh De Darlington in the thirteenth century as an alternative to the Prince Bishop’s hunting park at Stanhope, in Weardale.

      In 1662 a rather mysterious event took place at Muggleswick. On March 22nd of that particular year, news came to the Bishop of Durham that a huge army of Quakers, and religous reformers were gathering on Muggleswick Common. It was said that they were preparing to murder the Bishop, Dean and Prior, and overthrow the parliament of all England. Bishop John Cosin, along with the High Sheriff of Durham, quickly collected together their retainers and set off for Muggleswick to put down the rising. When they finally arrived at Muggleswick there was however, no trace of the rebels. In fact, there was no evidence that any large group of people had ever been anywhere near Muggleswick Common. The Bishop of Durham had clearly been the victim of a practical joke. Either that or the rising had been mysteriously abandoned.

      At some point in time the village of Muggleswick is said to have been the home of a ferrocious giant called Mug, who was a friend of the neighbouring giants called Con (at Consett) and Ben (at Benfieldside). These three Giants are said to have amused themselves, by throwing a great hammer at each other, which when dropped, made huge dints in the hillsides which can still be seen to this day. The inspiration for this Giant legend, may have been a large statured hunting man, burried in Muggleswick churchyard. His favourite hound is said to have given birth to six puppies, in one of his shoes.

      I have absolutely no idea if Rowling was inspired by the name of the village. But Edinburgh is not far away so she could well have been.

  3. “Fourteen years old and still up for a four and a half hour yomp across muddy moorland. Unlike myself who was well knackered by the end of the ramble.”

    But you’re at least 15.

    Happy Birthday, Glenna! Wot a Good Girl.

    Nice pics, MP.