Teenage Boxer Wild Camps On Kinder

We didn’t set off for Pebbles’ first wild camp ’til late afternoon.


Leaving the village behind, minor showers threaten us nearly all the way to our intended spot for the night.


A few days of heavy rain have left everywhere somewhat muddy. Pebbles is already learning to skip around mud whenever possible, so is kept busy route finding the driest spots.


I know exactly where we’re aiming for – a quiet spot next to the Kinder River.


On arriving, I’m quite surprised to see that the grass there is already flattened, presumably from the weekend. The real shame however, is that there is also a rather large scar of a fire ring. It seems wherever you go, there’s always someone leaving a bad impression and potentially making things difficult for the vast majority of us responsible wild campers.


Pebbles has much to learn.

I start by tying her to the rucsac while I pitch and sort the tent – exactly what I used to do with Dixie.


There is one big difference, though. Dixie was a mature, sensible Boxer. In fact, although she had hundreds of backpacking miles under her paws with me, I didn’t actually start backpacking with her ’till she was nine years old. She didn’t really need tying to a rucksack unless there were sheep about.

But Pebbles is an eleven month old pup. A practically fully grown, huge dollop of a Boxer, but still nevertheless a pup.

I can just about stand the constant barking at me while pitching the outer. But when I disappear inside it to attach the inner, it’s more than she can cope with. Dragging the rucsac about, she doesn’t quite know what to do, but starts frantically chewing the hip belt in the absence of something more interesting to occupy herself with.

I untie her and take her into the tent to assist me in attaching the inner. She was very helpful.

Thankfully, it wasn’t raining at this point.

The Xtherm, sleeping bag, Pebbles’ Karrimat and everything else now need to be inflated, sorted and whatever, with me holding her lead. As does filtering water. To be fair, she could have been a lot worse, but by the time we’re settled in the tent, I did feel somewhat stressed. Pebbles didn’t though.


Several stressy phone calls to Geoff later, I’m feeling a bit calmer. And the reality is, now she’s in the tent, she’s unbelievably well behaved.

She enjoyed a good dinner


and then I enjoyed a good dinner.


There were a few ‘moments’ with the Minimo, though. Nothing was wrong with it, it was just the first time I’d used it on my own and I found myself longing for my simple Pocket Rocket. I know it’s not, but it justΒ feltΒ complicated. But I have to admit that it is a much more stable unit to be using with a dog in tow.

Eventually, we settle and fall asleep. Pebbles is very affectionate and loves human contact.

Somewhere in the night, we are both startled out of a deep slumber by a plane flying into Manchester, sounding for all the world like it’s going to land on the tent. This causes Pebbles to cuddle up even closer and suddenly, out of nowhere, I find myself crying a few more tears for Dixie and hoping and praying that I am worthy of this next snuggly Boxer in my life.

The rest of the night passes uneventfully and I am roused at around 7am, with the feeling that someone is watching me.


She wants a wee.



Followed by breakfast.


All is frosty and frozen when we first go outside, but by the time we’re packed up (with Pebbles helping take the inner out this time), the sun has come out, spreading its rays around the Kinder Massif.


We wander home – a slightly different route to yesterday’s – relishing the feel of the sunlight on both skin and fur.




And she now wants to know when the next trip is.

32 thoughts on “Teenage Boxer Wild Camps On Kinder

  1. Brilliant, sounds as if you both had a brilliant night. Pebbles is coming on by leaps and bounds, she is growing up to be a wonderful dog.


    1. Thanks! I was beginning to feel very stupid while I was pitching! Thank goodness she was a little star inside. Quite a long night too, at this time of the year, so she did really do very well. πŸ™‚


  2. Delightful story as always Chrissie – I just love your posts. The photo of Pebbles looking down at you is exquisite! virtual hug and chop kisses for Pebbles from me and Wyatt Earp.


    1. She does that stare at home too, if she wants me in the middle of the night. It’s amazing how it wakes you up! πŸ˜€

      Those white buildings are known as the Shooting Cabin or Chadwick’s Cabin – depending on how long you’ve lived in the area I suspect. Never been in them, but something to do with grouse shooting….. 😦


    1. Indeed, once I’d stopped stressing it was a pleasant night in the end.
      And it doesn’t matter where you camp in the Peaks, or however much you think you’re in the middle of nowhere, you’re always under the flight path into Manchester! Some planes just seem to skim over you a lot lower than others….✈✈✈


  3. Love this Chrissie! Look forward to following the adventures of Pebbles and her travels. She is a beautiful dog and going to grow into a wonderful, loyal companion to you. Xx


    1. Thanks for that lovely comment, Andrea πŸ™‚ Of course I am biased, but she’s such a sweetie – albeit a mad, giddy sweetie at times! She was so good in the tent, I think Dixie must have whispering in her ears. πŸ™‚ x


    1. Thanks and I’m sure you’d have fun πŸ™‚ Dixie used to absolutely love it, as did Tilly – our old Labrador. We set a couple of rules with them – when going in the tent they sit at the door and then wait for us to go in and invite them to follow, and vice versa going out. And of course they have to be reasonably calm at sitting/lying and staying in the tent next to you without any fuss, if you’re cooking in the porch. They soon get the hang of it!

      I’m going to get Pebbles some panniers very soon. Dixie never had any as she was already elderly when I started camping with her, but Tilly did. And Pebbles is certainly young and strong! I figure at this age she could probably carry her coats and blanket quite happily, but I’ll wait ’til she’s about 18 months before I give her any food weight as well.

      Go for it! πŸ˜€


  4. What a pretty face to wake up staring at you! Looked like a good trip, great to hear that she was well behaved in the tent!

    Yes the Minimo is VERY complicated to operate isn’t it πŸ˜‰


    1. She is so beautiful, isn’t she!
      To be honest, I was a bit taken aback by how good she was in the tent – and after all the nights are still quite long as well, so she was in a good while! She’s told me she’s going to try really hard to be better when I’m pitching next time…….
      I’ve just had that Pocket Rocket for so many years you see, and that Minimo needs ASSEMBLING….. πŸ˜‰


  5. Well, it’s a year on Chrissie and it’s pretty obvious you’re more than worthy of giving Pebbles a loving home and a great life outdoors. These blogs are great to look back on and see the progress you have made with her.


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