A tight squeeze

Minty and I had a walk up the narrow track from Buchanan Smithy, where we enjoyed this view towards the hills. Well, I enjoyed the view; Minty enjoyed the smells.

Normally we don't meet a soul on this path, but today it was like Sauchiehall Street on a Saturday afternoon: first a Landrover, which was bad enough, then in its wake came a great big tractor. Jings, those wheels are huge, especially when they pass by within inches of one's nose! Minty and I had to breathe in to give it room to squeeze past. Thank goodness there weren't any nettles at that point...