…walks with a little brown dog

I may have written this before but there are few things that can’t be brightened up by a little brown dog. Recently two much loved local dogs have died;  I’ll miss seeing them about, though nowhere near as much as their people will and it’s made me specially glad to have B around.

Part of the joy of walking with a dog is the pleasure they seem to get from their surroundings. B meanders from side to side, on “zombie pawtrol” as it’s known by her Twitter pals. I think she mostly “sees” through her nose but mine is a little further from the sniffs so I decided to look in the more conventional way.


It was a grey, drizzly morning which may accentuate the smells,  it can bring sparkle to things you might overlook.


raindrops on spiderwebs


and on whiskers of kittens (well caterpillars)

There was an advertising campaign last year or so with the strapline “Be more dog”. I can’t remember what the product was but it’s not a bad way to be.


from little burns mighty oak trees grow (hmm, maybe that’s not the saying)


and here’s one which grew earlier

Autumn leaves fall, all things pass;  sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m not. Sometimes I fret. But sometimes I can find my inner dog.


And who could resist that smile?


Marina x

Walking beside Loch Lomond

Today it’s wet and windy so I’m hunkered down at home,  wrapped up in warm woolies with DogS curled up on her bed nearby.


Yesterday was completely different, it was one those gorgeous, crisp Autumn days.

We travelled south for a family visit and on the way stopped off to stretch our legs. A friend had recommended parking at Firkin Point beside Loch Lomond.

The path goes along the route of the old A82, in places we could see the cats eyes and white lines, in others, more alarmingly,  where the road had collapsed into the water.  The road now runs parallel at a slightly higher level above the loch.

It was a lovely walk, traffic free so DogS could search out the sniffs at her own pace, and the path is good so it didn’t matter that we were wearing our city shoes.


DogS sampled the water too.

We’d had our refreshments earlier at our favourite stop off in Inveraray*


looking hopeful at her namesake cafe

So everyone was happy.  Well almost! If you’re thinking of making a stop be warned, the lavatories are closed until March 2017; we couldn’t wait that long so made a quick visit to Luss, where thankfully the facilities were open**.

And then it was off into the city.

Until next time.

Marina x

*Brambles  of Inveraray, great breakfasts, lunches and baking. Dog friendly.

** 30p charge, there is a change machine.


it when the sun shines on Sunday

This is related to liking Fridays, so if they are maybe my favourite day then Sundays are my least. Not Monday? No, because on Sunday, you can have the dread, the feeling of weekendoverness and then it’s just another hard week to come.

I don’t get the dreads these days, well not for Mondays or the start of the working week. And I don’t have a pile of homework to finish, and only the top 40 and a new number one to look forward to. But I can still remember when I did and so  a good sunny Sunday is welcome.

Today was gorgeous, in fact  we’ve had a run of lovely weather, just look a these photos from yesterday evening.

So today, even though we didn’t need to escape the sound of drills and diggers we had a little jaunt. We drove north, across the Ballachulish bridge and took the long scenic way around Loch Leven, which is a highly recommended drive, it is truly spectacular.  We didn’t stop at Kinlochleven today, but I’d like to visit again soon, before the sun disappears until Spring, but drove on down to Glencoe village. The  museum was closed, but it was a day for outdoor activities anyway,  so after a quick snack outside the Glencoe cafe we set off to explore. We aren’t serious hill walkers, DogS only has little legs after all,  (actually she’s not the only one) so we took the path to Glencoe lochan.



There are three possible walks, we did a combination go them all, steepish uphill sections, gentle paths past lilyponds and tracks through woods.

Plenty to look at and loads of great sniffs for DogS. After completing the  circuit we took a short detour to the Glencoe massacre monument .


All in all, a lovely  way to spend a sunny Sunday.

Marina x





a challenge

And the challenge is, to blog every day through October, #Blogtober.  I read about it on on of the blogs I follow. I’ve been lazy lately about writing so hopefully this will give me a kick start . I’m cheating a bit with this one, blogging about blogging, but it’s late and  I’ve had a busy day. I’m out at a workshop tomorrow, perhaps there’ll be something to write about there. or maybe I’ll just have  to use my imagination and some elbow grease and develop some of the ideas I’ve had but lacked the application to write.

It’s late now so I’ll  sign off, but here’s a photo from earlier today,



Marina x

#Blogtober 1


Autumn. Keats’s “Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness….”. The time for tidying up the garden, bringing in the harvest and beginning to batten down for Winter.


Not for me. That  first nip of Autumnal air, which here in Scotland can sometimes be sniffed  in August, brings excitement. It’s the season of start. Twenty three years of full time education have left their mark,  even though it’s longer since they ended. This article expressed it better than I can.

I don’t buy new pencil cases these days, well maybe sometimes.  But I do look forward to the change in my wardrobe. Swapping sandals for boots, looking out scarves and gloves,  adjusting the colour palette. I know I’ll be desperate to wiggle my toes in the sun come April but for the moment  I’m revelling in the change.

Perhaps at this point I should declare an interest?  September is my birthday month, and MrS’s, then in October it’s MasterS’s and our anniversary. So Autumn is party time too. It’s not that I don’t like the sun but when the sun shines on an Autumn day as well as the warmth you get beautiful long shadows, which coupled with those mists , are a special joy.

And if you’ve been tidying up the garden, isn’t that pile of leaves just begging you to jump right in?


Marina x