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Walk Steep faced Pentland Hills Length 6 miles
Dogs on walk Darcy, Finlay, Gustave, Lucas, Otis, Ozzy, Tim
A day of taught ever changing skies. Clouds skimming fast across the hills. Planting thegentlest of kisses on them. A delight for cloud spotters as various forms hustled each other
for their place. The sun inevitably losing out. The pace of the clouds a sure sign that in
would blowy once we got into the hills.
We organised ourselves in the car park at Swanston. Walked sensibly through the little
village of whitewashed walled cottages. Bright against the murkiness of the latest clouds.
Then able to stretch our legs once through a gate and into the countryside proper.
Darcy again in no mood to stretch to his legs was very content to tuck himself in behind
me. No matter what encouragement I gave him or how much I petted him he would not
head off. Ozzy and Tim tried a few times to get him to play with the same results. They
soon gave up. He shadowed my every move. If I moved left to dodge a stone he moved left.
If I stepped off the track for a second so did he.
With one down at the back and one down in the shape of Finlay scouring away at the
front I was left with five dogs rummaging about just in front of me. Otis was not for
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playing but Gustave, Lucas, Ozzy and Tim were. Until we began to climb toward the cloud
up Caerketton Hill. It pushed about us as we got higher, the dogs shimmering in its half
light. Fence posts like ghouls suddenly materializing from the swirls.
As we dropped into the gap between Caerketton Hill and Allermuir Hill we dropped into a
hole in the cloud. Edinburgh twinkled in the sunlight that was lost to us under our cloud
umbrella. The dogs once more raced about as we climbed back up into the cloud. Finlay
disappearing from sight first.
Coming off Allermuir and Gustave was keen to keep the play going and had ready takers
in Lucas, Ozzy and Tim. They broke up and then wheeled around back together. For a brief time Darcy joined them but was soon back at me heels as we dropped to the gate to take
us over the shoulder of Capelaw Hill.
They all joined Darcy as we stepped by some sheep. Glancing at us from twenty yards or
so but not deigning to move. The dogs eager to catch up on their play as the clouds once
more opened revealing a solid blue reservoir and tight green triangles of fir trees. We
swooped off the hill now facing directly toward the swathe of Edinburgh interrupted bythe impertinence of Arthur’s Seat poking out of it like hand pushed through and crinkling
flattened paper.
Darcy began to slip forwards a bit joining Finlay in a rather grubby puddle. Not grubby
enough for Finlay who next lay down in what was really only mud and very little if any
water. Having raced themselves out I soon found there we between five and six dogs almost
constantly behind me. A very unusual feeling. Finlay of course ahead and then either Gustave or Otis making up the other one. I kept looking back and they would just look up
at me. Until we dropped of the hills for the final time and they scooted by, including
Darcy.
On best behaviour we passed a couple with a child not far out of Swanston village and
stayed as a group through the village hardly walking on the green at all. Finally there was
a huddle round the car as I got the key out and like a backward explosion they were allinside, sitting, standing and looking.
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Walk Down into Roslin Glen Length 6 miles
Dogs on walk Brooklyn, Chutney, Cyrano, Dylan, Finlay, Tim
A blustery day which we did not notice as we headed glenwards into the deep groves cut
into the earth and heavily protected by trees. Our beginning near Roslin took us first
through the shallow Bilston Glen that gradually gets deeper as it nears the high level, old
railway bridge across it.
The dogs were off at some pace and soon I was on my own. Chutney first to turn back to
make sure I was still around and then Brooklyn popped his head around a tree. The path
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twisted thorough the narrow trunked young trees and rose and fell across the undulations
of the glen. The water too far below us to reach easily. Although Finlay did thrash his way
down through the sparse undergrowth. Only to be disappointed by the shallowness of the
gentle burn. He would have to wait for the mightier river in Roslin Glen.
We left the glen climbing on a path to expose us to the wind and the wide ranging
farmland. Fields of lush green, really starting to grow in the recent warming weather and
longer days. The dogs were dashing about but no one was really chasing. They were just
enjoying the day. Sticking close together so as not to miss anything one of the others may
see or more likely scent out. The best they could manage was a spaniel and I think it had
spotted them first.
Ahead of us the glen cut deeper as the burn widened and cut hard into the softer ground.
The trees gripped tightly into the steepening bank that tumbled into a dense darkness
below. Here we met the high bridge and crossed this ravine like section of the glen. Taking
us across up in the treetops of the higher trees and looking down on the descending canopy
into the glen.
Now we left Bilston Glen behind and soon found ourselves dropping into Roslin Glen.
Cyrano and Finlay rushing off ahead down the grass covered steps eager to sample the
river. Brooklyn in hot pursuit, just for the fun of it. By now Chutney had found herself a
very comfortable stick, which she carried and then nibbled and carried again. Each time it
was a getting a little smaller. She was in luck as no one was showing any interest in it.
Leaving her to enjoy it without interference.
So far we had stayed fairly clean. That was all about to change. A great crashing tree had
fallen over the path. Its gnarled trunk about four feet high, diagonally slicing the path. As I
readied myself to climb over the dogs headed for the upended roots. They found a way
round. Unfortunately it was churning through the deep, stinking, muddy quagmire of a
hole left by the torn out roots. They were both filthy and smelly.
At the next slope into the river I was armed with sticks. Cyrano and Finlay were alreadythere waiting. Brooklyn and Chutney joined them. Chutney giving up her stick in the hope
of a new one. Somehow no one came back out with one despite the running and splashing.
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Dylan and Tim just watched from higher up the bank.
We wound up and done the tortuous paths of the glen fighting through more fallen trees
to reach an open grass area beneath Rosslyn Chapel. Even this did not inspire much of chase. Chutney and Tim ran briefly after each other and Brooklyn began to follow them
but just kept going until he was a dot at the far side of the grass. The others just
meandered about, sniffing here and there. Then we turned and began to head back.
Dylan led the way leaving Chutney to stroll along with another stick. This time under
pressure from Brooklyn and Tim. Finlay too found a good stick but it proved too
cumbersome and he gave up. Cyrano was wading through the new, strong growth, of grassand plants thrusting up through the woodland’s banks.
We all avoided the mud pit of the fallen tree. All except Tim. Everyone came to heel as I
remembered it was near and I was able to usher them over the fallen trunk. A bit of
leaping and scrabbling and they were over. Tim ignored me and headed straight for the
mire. Somehow he managed to cling onto the very top of the bank, hemmed in by the
wire fence, and just scoot over without slipping in.
Thankfully we were all clean. Despite it not appearing too muddy on the way back through
Bilston Glen some rather less than clean dogs clambered into the car.
Nick
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