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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.
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Science finds, industry applies, man conforms
Saturday, June 21st, 2008
A MOWBOT sounds as though it might be faintly vulgar, but in fact it is the brand name of a robot motor mower. I was bidden by a friend who received one for his birthday, no doubt in recognition of his advancing years and waning enthusiasm for cutting the grass, to go and see his new toy in action. (…read on »)
Rainbow palette
Saturday, June 14th, 2008
“YELLOW IS the colour of my true love’s hair” sang 1960s songwriter and folksinger, Donovan, and yellow has been one of the predominant spring colours over recent weeks. The blossom on the spikey, prickly gorse bushes has had an intensity and glow this year which has excelled. Yellow broom, too, has brightened up the roadsides and open patches in the woods as I’ve driven about the countryside. (…read on »)
The living glen
Saturday, June 7th, 2008
EARLIER IN the week I bundled the dogs into the car and set off to do a spot of pathfinding (as we call it in this family) up Glen Esk. The question was, should we walk up the east side of the glen, or the west? (…read on »)
…. on the other side of the hill.
Saturday, May 31st, 2008
PROMISED last week to tell you more about little Migvie Kirk, near Tarland, which we stumbled upon while we were taking a short break in Aberdeenshire. (…read on »)
The grass is greener ….
Saturday, May 24th, 2008
WE’RE HOME – the Doyenne and I, that is – after a short break at Tarland. It wasn’t far to go, just a forty minute drive over the Cairn o’Mount and into the Vale of Cromar. (…read on »)
Seen from afar
Saturday, May 17th, 2008
A BIRTHDAY present of binoculars has opened up a new world for me, in a manner of speaking, over the last few weeks. The family all chipped in to help buy them and now I hardly leave the house to walk the dogs without my new toy around my neck. (…read on »)
Choral practise
Saturday, May 10th, 2008
EIGHT MINUTES past four o’clock in the morning was an unholy hour to be wakened. It was the milkman delivering milk to the “big hoose”. I watched the van lights swing round the walls of the bedroom as he headed off to rouse the next unsuspecting soul who thought he had at least another three hours peaceful slumber. (…read on »)
Vaulting ambition
Saturday, May 3rd, 2008
MACBETH’S AMBITIONS know no bounds, although we rather thought he had abandoned some of his more inflated ones. The Doyenne had both dogs out for their early walk and they disturbed a roe deer which had taken cover in amongst the tangles of the old rhododendron bushes close to the house. Inka was rattling around ahead, oblivious of the drama that was unfolding behind him. The deer took fright at the “bold MacBean” who set off in pursuit a fast as his little sawn-off legs would permit. (…read on »)
Natural remedies
Saturday, April 26th, 2008
A tattie, a neep and an ingin / An ingin, a tattie, a neep / An aipple a day keeps the doctor at bay / But an ingin‘ll dae for a week. (…read on »)
Equine pensioners
Saturday, April 19th, 2008
THINGS ON the doorstep, metaphorically speaking, are sometimes the things that get most easily overlooked. For several years I’d promised myself I’d follow the signpost at the foot of Glenogil and visit the Mountains Animal Sanctuary. Well, I’ve kept my promise for earlier in the week I spent an instructive and entertaining afternoon with Rhona who is stable manager at this equine retirement home. (…read on »)