Gallery Lendrick Hill
2 Jan 09
This is the first day the Fatdog and I have managed to get out the door this holiday period and it’s dull…drearily dull. Best thing that could be said about the weather is that it’s not raining. Too many celebratory meals and late nights have taken their toll and it was midday before we staggered into the car and headed out across the Forth towards the evocatively named Yetts o’ Muckhart at the eastern end of the Ochil Hills. I’m not entirely certain what images this name does evoke but there’s always the suspicion that they’re not entirely pleasant. Just past the most confusing rural road junction in Scotland we picked up the Dunning road and within a few minutes pulled into the wide entrance to Lendrick Forest.
Leaving the car we followed the forestry track uphill for 10 minutes before we came across a fire break on the uphill side with a barely distinguishable path. This proved to be a shortcut to the summit. A further 10 minutes or so and we were at the forestry boundary fence and only a couple of minutes from the top of Lendrick Hill.
First there was some dog tossing required…then the shooting started!
Somewhere between us and the Lomond Hills a constant crackle of gunfire kicked off…the Fatdog’s tail drooped. A few quick photos later we were off – FD leading the way back at pace.
Another day out for the Fatdog ruined. How on earth these people are permitted to make so much noise baffles me. I’m sure if I made as much noise I would be quickly visited by the men with the blue flashing lights not to mention locals carrying torches and pitchforks! Maisie ensured the pace was kept up until we reached the car.