My Sunday started off with the usual patrol of the woods and graveyard, but then the owner said “CJ in the car” and another adventure begins. We have to drive for about half an hour then we hit the fells. The freedom of vast empty spaces to the untrained eye. To the highly trained scotty eye there is a vastness of new smells, criteters to chase, new hole to be dug just a million and one new things to do.
So beyond the view the owner for some reason goes straight up gurgling and breathing like a steam engine BOL! Best not complain too much or may not get out again. Anyway I like to deviate up and down the sides. Bouldering my way round new sniffs and critters holes.
And up we go again climbing our way to the desolate horizon only for me to notice an intruder which needed barking at to make them go away.
So my new found deep bark soon saw that off. There were still patches od crunchy soft snow allover the fells that had nestled down in the dips.After much searching I found the perfect snowdrift to make scotty angels in.
Nice big bowlof food in the scottymobile before heading home for an evening stroll and supper!