1988.
There was a man who had a dog and he didn’t like the dog that much, the dog didn’t like the man at all but they were stuck with each other, a dog-man fusion.
We saw them down the pub in the Langdale Valley where the man shouted at the dog,
‘Gerrunder!’
A rage soaked bellow that broke the bonhomie and the dog got under the table, then whenever he sneaked out the man would shout
“Gerrunder!’
and the dog would skulk back , down there.
The evening was mostly mellow apart from these explosions of violent sound from the intimidating gunpowder frowned barrel shaped man.
On our way back to Manchester we saw him at Ambleside bus station behind the wheel of a little bus, destination damned, somewhere below.
‘Gerrunder’
the moss garden 
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