One small dog, one big castle.

Today we took Chloe into Stirling, to the Kings Knot, for a good run about and ball chase. Chloe met a cheeky young cocker which tried to pinch her ball and got growled at for his pains,  then two rumbustious beagles whom she ignored. 
The Kings Knot was, way back, a formal garden but was, I gather turned over to vegetables during WW2 and subsequently left in grass. Quite a shame really, it could be stunning but I suppose it would be the old excuse. There’s no money in the kitty for that!