On Friday we fancied a change of pace so we headed back out to Mugdock Park and went along a short section of the West Highland Way. Our previous visit to the park had been a Biggles bayathon but this time he was much calmer, even with rabits and squirrels just a few yards away. I don’t if that was because he’s getting older or because it was his second visit and therefore old hat, but it made for a very peaceful and enjoyable walk.
Shortly before we joined the WHW Biggles made a new friend amongst the Bluebells, and Susan broke out the sausages for a quick bit of emergency recall practice (an on lead walk can be the best time for this!)
Then we got properly under way. The West Highland Way is around 95 miles long and goes through moors, woodland and mountains, but the little bit of it that we were walking along was easy going and very picturesque.
Every so often we had a little snack break. These were well received but sometimes went on a bit too long, leading to boredom for a certain member of our party.
C’mon let’s go!
While we drank flat Iron Bru from unpleasantly warm cans, our two Beagles got to sip fresh water and cool their paws in a sparkling stream.
Further down the road the woods fell away and we got broader views of the countryside. We also encountered some wooden abodes that somehow made me think of Deliverance, and a garden with a very strange looking well.
It was around this time we decided to head back home. The sausage bag was empty, tea time was fast approaching, and anyway none of us are particularly good at playing the banjo.
Two intrepid Beagle bums on their way back home for tea