She said walks. I distinctly heard her say walks.
It’s not very often that you’ll ever agree with a GP but mine was most definitely on the button. Walks were just what The Fatdog and I needed. I was never going to convince J that the odd hillwalk would be in order in the coming 7 days. She is firmly of the belief that there is no way on earth the doctor would ever have suggested walks to me if she so much as suspected that I’d cheerfully head up the nearest mountain a couple of days after a 3 week illness. FD and I were TOLD we were going to have to settle for something less strenuous.
We hadn’t been to the country park at Plean for over a month now so, on a frosty -4C morning, we popped into The Tank and drove the few miles along the A9 to the old estate for a wee amble.
As we left Larbert the place was shrouded in a grey blanket of fog…but as luck would have it a few miles distant the country park was bathed in bright winter sunlight.
The first thing to grab my attention was a thin layer of ice covering a leaf filled ditch.
Once away from the tree lined main avenue the effects of the morning’s frost became apparent.
The Fatdog was happy. The frost had crisped over boggy ground leaving the reeds an ideal rolling pit. It took me at least 5 minutes to move her from here. We weren’t in a hurry anyway.
On the old south coal bing, planted over some years ago with silver birch, there was a distinct winter wonderland setting. Further plantings of heather, pine and other native Scottish species of plant are beginning to mature – a beautiful combination at any time of year but especially worth seeing when covered in frost.
A small flock of bullfinches crossed our path. This was the best I could manage with the wee Fuji.
Well…it was a nice wee walk…for starters! 😉
Here’s a link to the photo slideshow in Flickr