A surfeit of fresh air?

So here's me, earlier in the day, all bright and raring to go for another Torridon walk with Richard and Tess. 

It's the time of year when the grass on the hills turns a golden rusty colour. It glows in the sunshine...

Although sunshine was in relatively short supply today...

Gail says that, especially in these times of limited social mixing, we are lucky to have hardy friends who are aren't put off walking by the occasional hail storm. To be honest, in my opinion, one can sometimes have one's fill of Nature, Fresh Air, and The Great Outdoors.

Happy Nature Friday friends. Do go and visit all the other posts in Rosy and the Gang's always enjoyable (whatever the weather) blog hop. 

A refresher course in Bertie walking

I know, it feels like it was an earlier geological era, but do you remember when, back in March, I was over in Torridon training some new walking companions, Richard and Tess? 

Well a lot has happened since then, but I am delighted to report that I was finally able to meet up with my lovely Torridon neighbours again yesterday and, even better, they had not forgotten the lessons I taught. (Tess even remembered the 'humans should always carry dog-friendly shortbread in their pocket' bit of the course..)

Tess and Richard had heard about my recent diagnosis, and were a bit concerned I might only manage a short outing, but Gail told them she thought I'd be fine, so long as they allowed plenty of time for my pee stops. And let me tell you, it was not me who was holding up the party when we ventured the three miles up the rocky path from Annat to Loch an Eoin.

As you can see, the environment was, shall we say, Scotland-soggy, and I hope you will excuse my bedraggled appearance in the picture below. 

PS Any rumours that Gail carried me across the stepping stones after I refused to dip my paws in the fast flowing stream or balance on the uneven boulders are absolutely Fake News. 

Knitting assistant Bertie gets bored

It is absolutely not my fault that Gail took for ever to finish the woolly jumper she started knitting back in the Spring...

In case you were wondering, I did not get in the way, I provided support.

Finally, courtesy of a very rainy weekend, the apparently never ending task was complete.

And thank goodness there was still time for a damp Sunday afternoon romp around Millstone Hill. 

Appreciating each autumn day

I'm afraid my human has been wearing a long face these past few days. I've had to remind her that autumn is our favourite season. Who doesn't love the glorious colours and the crunchy leaves? 

In Duthie Park this week we've had (partly) sunny mornings...

And dull ones...

And rainy ones...

And all are in their own way beautiful at this time of year.

I think I've persuaded Gail to think like a dog and enjoy the moment. She says that all the kind words from our readers on Wednesday's post helped loads too. I even detected her smiling a little just then...

Happy Nature Friday friends. Thank you once again to the LLB Gang for hosting this, our favourite blog hop.