Being out in the countryside with my dogs gives me time to think. I’ve learnt the pleasure of solitude without being lonely, and that’s a good feeling for me.

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 Dundee Courier newspaper.

Taking The Glen Roads

May 28th, 2007

YOU CAN choose your dogs – but what about your in-laws? I heartily approve of the Doyenne's family, so we looked forward to a visit from her big brother and his wife and put our heads together to think what we should do to entertain them.It's very easy when you've always lived in the same part of the country to fall into the habit of going to the same places time after time. Usually because it's close to home or it's convenient to walk dogs and there are no sheep to take account of. But a change of scenery brings back memories and does the dogs good, and us good, too.

We were lucky with the weather last weekend so we took our guests up Glen Prosen. It was a great favourite of my father's and when he and my mother were first married they rented a cottage at the mouth of the glen on the bank of the Prosen Water. It was fairly primitive, without tapped water but with an outside privy. Petrol rationing and the difficulty of getting there after the outbreak of the Second World War put an end to the weekend breaks.

Like Glen Clova you can drive up Prosen on one side and down on the other. The Angus glens all have their individual charm and it's difficult to make other than fairly sweeping comparisons, but it was a real pleasure to visit the glen again.

Our guests live in Chandlers Ford, near Southampton, and they gloried in the peace and absence of traffic. As we turned out of Dykehead and into the glen we pointed out the bungalow and the veranda where Captain Scott and Dr Edward Wilson planned their last fateful expedition to the South Pole, which ended in their tragic deaths.

At the top of the glen we crossed over Spott Bridge and continued up as far as Glenprosen Lodge. There was lots of interest. Lapwings, or peewits (peasies) with their tumbling flight and poignant  p'weet, p'weet' calls; mallard duck, pheasants, French red legged partridges, oystercatchers, buzzards, rabbits – all in such apparent abundance if you've come from the deep south, and taken for granted if you live in Angus.

Before supper on the Monday we took the road out of Edzell along the West Water, past Edzell Castle and along to Glen Lethnot. It was a lovely evening to be out and we drove up the glen with the Hill of Wirren on our right, past pink Hunthill Lodge on our left, and right to the top where the tarmac road ends at Waterhead.

For a change on the homeward journey we took the road which splits the White Caterthun from the Brown, turning left at the foot of the hill which took us past Lundie Castle to complete the round trip back to Edzell. Perfection really.