Walking on the Moors
I borrowed a dog, and set out for a decent walk in the Scottish Moors where I am staying. My new best friend Fergie and I circles a reservoir which was spectacular
A glorious, but freezing morning
Fergie was up for anything. He didn’t care a hoot about the cold.
We went along the wall of the reservoir. Fergie took his first dip off this wall
There wasn’t a breath of air, and the water was calm
Icicles formed along the edge of the water, making an interesting pattern
Fergie stopped for photo shoots when asked, although it was hard for him to stand still for more than a second or two
Despite the sun, nothing thawed
What would normally be boggy under foot was frozen solid, which made for much easier going for both of us.
We got all the way round in a couple of hours. A really lovely walk with a good friend!
I think I’ve fallen for this chap……
Lynne, I couldn’t imagine going for walks without a dog and a camera. I think you should get a yellow lab when you move here and call him “Digby”.
vicky
January 29, 2012 at 8:51 pm
There aren’t enough dogs in the world called “Rover”.
January 31, 2012 at 12:59 pm
Are you going to be moving to Nova Scotia, or did I dream that? Or did Sybil–who seems to also be Vicky, strangely enough–suggest this elsewhere? Loved looking at your doggie shots.
February 12, 2012 at 7:04 pm
Hi Kathy,
Yes I am moving to Nova Scotia, it wasn’t a dream. Vicky is a silly name Sybil and I have developed. We’ll tel you about it some time!
February 12, 2012 at 8:18 pm