Menoffagainorrhoea; There Aren't Enough Hours

Aitch's train back to Morpeth wasn't until early evening on Sunday, and we had people to see and things to do. I collected her from her B&B at about 0830h and gave her brekky in the carpark. Then, by nine, we were setting off toward Brechin Show Grounds to see a lot of doggies—and Nobby—participating in agility tests. (If you haven't seen his post on that, with the wee video I managed to capture, click here!) Here's a still...

... and one of the wider area to give an impression of how the place looked.

We saw teeny-weeny dogs, middling-sized dogs, and really quite big dogs all having the time of their lives—not necessarily following the orders, but definitely loving life! Whether some of the owners were quite so waggy-tailed might be up for discussion... I drew the conclusion that 'dog agility' required equal agility from the handlers - and that to 'have a good temperament' is probably just as important for the peeps as the pups!

It was lovely to see that at the rosette presentation, quite a few of the dogs seemed to know it was for them and were happy to carry the ribbons themselves, whether the owner wanted them to or not.

A latish lunch was enjoyed back at our vehicles. I was quietly thrilled that my two besties were finally meeting - and Nobby to watch over us, of course.

At about 1400h, Aitch and I took our leave and headed into the town of Brechin in search of some caches. It's an ancient place, built on the side of a steep hill, with some quaint streets and architecture...

The main focus of our visit was the cathedral. Sadly, it was closed so no internal inspection could be made, but the exterior was attractive enough. I would have liked to have seen the rose window with light through it, though...

Come back tomorrow to see the rest of the photos taken around this historic site, particularly the Round Tower.

Before leaving this spot, Aitch was in search of another part of her cache collection that involved a significant number of steps. I sat and waited...

... which was no hardship, for again, the day was warm and bright, and the churchyard was so peaceful. It didn't take long for my pal to be back, and then we traipsed uphill some more to reach the House of God ruins for another cache.

The front door made a better picture - it will be the last of the piccies in tomorrow's post.

Back down the hill and to the van, then a brief drive through town to get to the Caledonian Historic Railway/park, where further caching was completed. Then, the fifteen-minute drive back to Montrose rail station and a quick cuppa before farewells. 

I drove back to Kinnaber Forest and was parked and settled for the night by the time Aitch had boarded her train! What a wonderful three days we had and agreed that we must do this again before too long.

Meanwhile, back in The Grey...