Bright sunshine was missing when I opened the curtains this morning which was a pity, as it was the only thing that might have convinced me to head anywhere near the great outdoors. I was prepared however to make a small concession and head for the lesser outdoors where I would never be more than 10 minutes from the “Tank”.
Having opened the curtains about an hour later than I should have done had the household in a panic as I was taking both J and The Cupcake Queen up to Falkirk High Station to catch the 10.30am 11.00 am train.
There was a mad rush out the door with The Fatdog being flung into the back of the “Tank” so that, once the ladies were deposited at the train station, we could have a gentle stroll around Callendar Park in Falkirk. Sod the mountains.
Here’s a link for a bit of background to the “House”…
FD was in her element demanding that her ball be thrown. Given her normal state of lassitude I found this uncharacteristic enthusiasm disturbing. Again and again she thundered across the snow covered parkland…at least I didn’t have to do much by way of walking.
I did attempt one steep-ish rise onto Antonine’s Wall which on reflection was a mistake. I’d obviously picked the spot that kids of various ages had been using as a slide (Note: must remember to wear my glasses when out walking). The last 10m were…memorable. The Fatdogs inbuilt crampons saw her effortlessly scooting up and down the same slope to retrieve her ball…smart-assed creature!
Maisie eventually ran out of steam and we wandered around the frozen loch to see what its inhabitants were up to.
We had just reached the back of the “House” when the snow came on. It was very pleasant wandering through the old trees but I reckoned it was time for us to head back to the “Tank”.
The Fatdog was already thumbing through Delia Smith…under D.