Tag: West Highland Way

february

You may remember that, a little over a year ago, I passed my driving test (woohoo!) This has had a big impact on my life, and particularly on my daily walks with Bruce. Instead of just striking out from my front door, I can now drive a few miles, and explore further on foot. One […]

Hiya! It is I, Bruce. Today I am here to tell you about an important difference between Dogs and Humans. This is where I live. It is a good place and there are many things I like about it. My human companions also like this place. But although dogs and humans both can both like […]

Tom’s appendix-less state means he can’t run or cycle at the moment, but this has been quite good, as he’s been able to join me on my walks. Yesterday we popped up Conic Hill and it was a grand day for it. Conic Hill is just a few miles from where we now live, and […]

Today I just want to say a massive CONGRATULATIONS to Tom and his pal Ivor, who yesterday completed The Highland Fling: a 53-mile “ultra” race along the first half of the West Highland Way. The race starts in Milngavie, and passes through Drymen and Balmaha, before traversing the East shore of Loch Lomond, moving up […]

One of the saddest things I had to do in the months following my stroke was to give up our Edinburgh allotment. I simply did not have the strength and energy to maintain a garden, and since then I have rather missed growing things. Our new home has lots of outdoor space, and happily I […]

One of the very great pleasures of living here is that the West Highland Way is on our doorstep. I walk out of our steading, and about a hundred yards up the way is a glorious landscape, at the far edges of which (on a really clear day) Ben Lomond and the Trossachs and the […]

Hiya! It is I, Bruce. A while ago, we lived in a tall stone building in a city where there were lots of cars. Now we live here: Where there are lots of these: And a few of these: One of the many good things about it round here is that there are many Paths […]

West of Blanefield, off the West Highland Way . . . If you look North across the fields . . . You’ll see a path through the grass and sheep’s-bit scabious . . . . . . which leads to a field margin, marked by a line of blasted oaks. Adjacent, to the West, is […]