Menosukhi Moments in the Making

WEll, a few of you may have guessed from a post over at Bertie's place, but he and Gail came and stayed at the YAMster's hutch this past weekend!!! What an excitement.

What was pleasing was that Bertie approved 
of the hutch. He slept well.

Arriving late afternoon on Friday, Bertie made sure to investigate the hutch fully, permitting Gail and myself to natter away about all and sundry over a bowl of soup and a cuppa; then we went out for a walk along the promenade. It has to be said that Dunoon - really the whole of the Bonny Land - did not put on its best show of sunshine. However, as Gail pointed out, it is the Scottish way to say how good the day was by what was not present... no rain, no wind, no midgies... score.

This proved also to be true on the Saturday. Grey from end to end, but almost entirely still and almost entirely dry, with nary a gnat or a fly. After a small dither about which direction to take my dear blogpals for the day-trip, the Isle of Bute was settled upon. This, it turned out, permitted Bertie his first ever experience of riding a ferry! I have no doubt at all that he will be pawparing a full repawt on his adventures, so I shall share with you here only my own pawspective...

As we headed out of Dunoon, we made a brief stop at Little Eachaig (say 'eck') Water - a pleasant spot for a peek.

It is a comparatively small river - what many might simply call a 'creek.

The falls are quite wonderful though (they've featured here before) - few folk, one feels, cannot enjoy the sound and vision of water tumbling over rock...

One of the key reasons for choosing this particular trip, was that Ettrick Beach on Bute is just the best place for a boffin to wander free... there is much to see, geologically, ecologically and just beautifically!

There are also peeps and pups to meet. Little Winnie took our Bertie round in circles - many, many circles - at great speed and with much delight. The tide was out, which made this even more fun - and Bertie and Gail made the most of it!

The light was glary and made photographing a real challenge, especially as our resident scientific advisor was wearing camo!  We lingered long at the beach, enjoying the fullness of its length and breadth. After this, a drive around the byways brought us to the main town of the island, Rothesay. Will leave the telling of that place to Bertie.

In the evening, there was the small matter of Six Nations Rugby finals, which kept us entertained (and occasionally bored, and just once or twice, disgusted)... it is delightful to discover blogpals who are as keen as oneself on such matters.  We had an early night - a long day by the seaside had us all a bit pooped!

Next Monday, some more of my views of our time together; but here now, just two more - one long, one close. The stick in honour of angel Goose and his inheritor, Buddy.