One man and my dog

Well technically she is not mine, she belongs to Guide dogs, but you know what I mean. 

We spent our last night at a new Aire at Auchtertyre. Parking for 15 vans and services,  but no electricity  or TV signal.  Bliss.

Star was very interested in the farm animals  especially the chooks. After her previous  play with one of my friend's chickens, she was kept on lead walking. The horses were keen to see her, but she wasn't so keen when they all came at once to see her. I was almost  dragged backwards in her haste to retreat. Not so brave when they tower over her.  Telling her imagine  how the chooks feel didn't seem to sink in. 

Our last walk before  driving  home was the start of the (pre covid) annual Highland Cross race. Two of my brothers  and one of their  wives used to be regular competitors.  Running along this track,  running over part of a mountain and then a cycle, taking them from west to the east coast of Scotland.
One of them running in skin tight lycra of the florescent  variety. I  never saw the need to, especially the lycra. The walk was fabulous,  until the warning snowflakes had us turn back. The poor wee newborn  lambs better cuddle in tight to their mums tonight. Although  Star would have loved  to play with them,  her long walk on lead  right up the Glen was good training.  I think the sheep were grateful. 
After such a walk we looked  forward to the bacon butties and coffee. Unfortunately the gas in the van conked out.  Cold pieces and no coffee. Eventually my hero Ally sorted it and the caffeine flowed.

A lovely first time away in the van for a long time.  Big descisions made and  stress released. 

Fabulous 

XS.