Menootery, But Mostly Innery

Many of you, dear readers, are already aware that I had Nobby and his Gail come to stay last week for a few nights. There was some blessedness going on insofar as, despite all the gloom in the sky and the hiding of the hills in the clouds that refused to lift themselves up, it didn't actually rain upon my visitors - or myself on the one outing I made with them. In fact, the sun broke through; just on our wee bit, but that was all we needed!

I am saving most of the photos for next Tuesday's Views post... but here's a wee teaser movie to show something of the energy of our wee pal.

As Nobby himself confessed, there was a fair amount of noise - particularly the first 24 hours; to be honest, a bit of mystery, but the wee fellow seemed determined to keep all imps, gremlins and ghouls at bay! He got over that (mostly) after a couple of outings, and he had reacquainted himself with Dunoon's pleasant walks. Yes, I believe there was one ditch dive and subsequent reservoir rinse-off required!

That morning walk along the promenade wasn't enough to tire him out (he was very good and seemed to understand this auld wummin couldn't go faster than slugs), so Gail gave him a two-hour outing on the second arvo, and that seemed to do the trick! He even left us alone for most of the rugby match when it might have been me frightening the neighbours...

Soon enough, it was time for them to pack up and head back east. I love that this is now familiar and that one is left with the memories of good conversation and a little more learned about one's friend and that there is a looking forward already to when next we will meet.