Och, Aye the Noo! (May 27th 2006)
It's a little known fact that the Scots never actually say that. (Och aye...)
Actually it's probably a very well known fact. When we zoomed around the Solway to visit Burns' country we never heard anyone utter it, at all.
We'd gone on a recce to see how easy climbing Criffel would be. We see it out of our lounge window, daily, but have never been there. As the crow flies it's closer than Ambleside but of course there's a small matter of billions of gallons of salty water that's just got in the way!
Even setting off at just after eight in the morning it was still almost two hours before we pulled into the walkers' car park at the foot of this Caledonian bump. The noo!
We had a swift scent marking session and then trooped along the footpath to see if it would be do-able from hame and back in a dae.
It wouldnae. We'd need to kip over somewhere.
Still. Lots of brilliant new smells and I got Io sniffing out for haggis, which I told her was a wee sleekit beastie that lives in the mountains. It would smell, I told her, like sheep's innards left out in the sun too long. She was off on a haggis hunt everytime we stopped! He he.
(She still doesn't know!)
Southerness Point was weird. Loads of great smells on the beach. Hundreds of sea shells too. Then inland, masses of those caravan box thingies but simply nothing else there! Hairy and Screature had a fish supper - even though it was only lunch time. And off we trotted to Dalbeattie and then Kirkcudbright.
Southerness Point Light hoose!
K. was nice. Big river. Good smells. Sea whiff and fresh water whiff all mixed. We saw very few dogs. All that we did see were English!!
Zoomed round the coast past the Wickerman Festival site and on to Auchencairn. There's lovely, as they say in another country. We went scrambling over cliffs and past grand looking old hotels, with peeling white paint and ghosts in the corridors. (Sorry, I don't know where that came from - went all lyrical for a moment. Must be the Burns.)
On the cliffs we scoured the Cumbrian coastline to see if we could spot Gilcrux: we thought we did; and then could we see our hoose - we didnae!
The hewmings started to get restless then and needed a cup of teean cake. So just before Southerness they found a Wee Tea Shoppe. We were allowed to sit out and soak in the smells. Great, foreign sniffs. Io said she thought she'd caught whiff of a haggis but I said they don't live so close to the sea. She was probably smelling Scotch Mist instead. (I know, I couldn't help it. Still she now thinks there's two wonderful new smells waiting to be found over here.)
H & S decided to head back over the border, through passort control and look for some Yates'. There's a surprise.
A bit of a nothing day really. But magic all the same. Hairy says we can go back later on and climb Criffel. I'll not hold my breath.
He'd still not fixed the camera, look!
Actually it's probably a very well known fact. When we zoomed around the Solway to visit Burns' country we never heard anyone utter it, at all.
We'd gone on a recce to see how easy climbing Criffel would be. We see it out of our lounge window, daily, but have never been there. As the crow flies it's closer than Ambleside but of course there's a small matter of billions of gallons of salty water that's just got in the way!
Even setting off at just after eight in the morning it was still almost two hours before we pulled into the walkers' car park at the foot of this Caledonian bump. The noo!
We had a swift scent marking session and then trooped along the footpath to see if it would be do-able from hame and back in a dae.
It wouldnae. We'd need to kip over somewhere.
Still. Lots of brilliant new smells and I got Io sniffing out for haggis, which I told her was a wee sleekit beastie that lives in the mountains. It would smell, I told her, like sheep's innards left out in the sun too long. She was off on a haggis hunt everytime we stopped! He he.
(She still doesn't know!)
Southerness Point was weird. Loads of great smells on the beach. Hundreds of sea shells too. Then inland, masses of those caravan box thingies but simply nothing else there! Hairy and Screature had a fish supper - even though it was only lunch time. And off we trotted to Dalbeattie and then Kirkcudbright.
Southerness Point Light hoose!K. was nice. Big river. Good smells. Sea whiff and fresh water whiff all mixed. We saw very few dogs. All that we did see were English!!
Zoomed round the coast past the Wickerman Festival site and on to Auchencairn. There's lovely, as they say in another country. We went scrambling over cliffs and past grand looking old hotels, with peeling white paint and ghosts in the corridors. (Sorry, I don't know where that came from - went all lyrical for a moment. Must be the Burns.)
On the cliffs we scoured the Cumbrian coastline to see if we could spot Gilcrux: we thought we did; and then could we see our hoose - we didnae!
The hewmings started to get restless then and needed a cup of teean cake. So just before Southerness they found a Wee Tea Shoppe. We were allowed to sit out and soak in the smells. Great, foreign sniffs. Io said she thought she'd caught whiff of a haggis but I said they don't live so close to the sea. She was probably smelling Scotch Mist instead. (I know, I couldn't help it. Still she now thinks there's two wonderful new smells waiting to be found over here.)
H & S decided to head back over the border, through passort control and look for some Yates'. There's a surprise.
A bit of a nothing day really. But magic all the same. Hairy says we can go back later on and climb Criffel. I'll not hold my breath.
He'd still not fixed the camera, look!
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