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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, 2005
Old fashioned
Saturday, December 31st, 2005
OLD FASHIONED often means being out of fashion these days, but there’s nothing unfashionable about Smalls sweetie shop in Forfar’s Castle Street. I can’t believe it’s been there since 1955 and I only discovered it a week ago. I’m not a regular visitor to my county town, but in the course of three score years and a smidgen more I’d have thought I was bound to look in the window at least once.
The Siren
Saturday, December 24th, 2005
THE SIREN sea sang her song and, like the bidden fiddler, I went – but I didnae get my gill of whisky!
The night
Saturday, December 17th, 2005
THE NIGHT is darkest just before the dawn’, the old saw goes. I’ve had early mornings this past fortnight and I’ve tried to catch the dawning, but it’s hard to judge at just what Stygian moment night ceases and dawn emerges from the lightening darkness.
Golf balls
Saturday, December 10th, 2005
GOLF BALLS should be on golf courses, so I was surprised to find one when walking with dogs in a field not far from the Drovers Inn near Memus. The nearest golf course is at Kirriemuir about six miles away, so there had to be a logical reason for the pristine Slazenger golf ball doucely lying in the long grass.
Wee Dappin
Saturday, December 3rd, 2005
THE WIDEOPEN (it’s local adaptation used to be the ‘Wee Dappin’) is the old road that cuts off from the A937 just north of Marykirk and crosses over the hill to Kirkside, just south of St Cyrus. It’s well named, because it’s rather bleak and wide open to the weather.