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Welcome to "Man with two dogs" - the family website for dog owners and dog walkers.
This is my countryside diary which appears each Saturday in the Courier & Advertiser newspaper.
Archive for December, 2004
Fishing village architecture
Saturday, December 18th, 2004
I LEARNT a couple of things I didn’t know when I stopped to talk to Malcolm McCormack who was cutting the beech hedges on the road from Templewood to the top of Stracathro Hill. (…read on »)
Unique setting
Sunday, December 12th, 2004
THE DOYENNE is up to her oxters with the usual Christmas preparations. It’s mince pies right now and orders are coming in thick and fast from all the family. Her sweet pastry is unbeatable and very ‘moreish’, as I am ample testimony to, and her recipe for mincemeat is a secret that she threatens to take with her to the grave. (…read on »)
Miniature train
Saturday, December 4th, 2004
MACBETH DISAPPEARED at speed, in pursuit of I know not what – but it was hot, and it was beckoning! He was off up the track of the old Brechin to Edzell railway line, and was deaf to my whistles and threats. (…read on »)