Yesterday we discovered a fantastic new place to take Beanie and Biggles for walks. 50 square kilometers of securely fenced moorland with 90 kilometers of well maintained tracks. It’s in the middle of nowhere with no roads nearby, no bushes and trees for the dogs to hide behind and there’s very little wildlife. It’s our local wind farm:
Our Beaglets had a blast!
They kept running on ahead until they were little dots on the horizon then they’d turn on their heels and come sprinting back. Until a couple of months ago Biggles was very good off-lead, but recently he’s been so crazy with excitement that he’s oblivious to us. We have no control at all and he doesn’t even want our treats. Fortunately Beanie has turned into a little angel and he follows her back every time. They spent quite a bit of time by our side which was a pleasant surprise.
It’s very rarely that Biggles goes anywhere without Beanie. But at one point he suddenly left the path and sprinted across country until he disappeared over the horizon. We heard some woofing then a couple of minutes later he came sprinting along the path from the opposite direction…..followed by some people on horseback. Fortunately they took a different turning so they never found out that the little hooligan was with us!
The paths will be perfect for cycling. Miles and miles of tracks, hardly a soul in sight and no risk of the dogs getting near a road or livestock. We plan to take just one bike with us next time we’re there and see how things go.
Just to give you an indication of the size of the turbines…
Looking up from the base of one of the turbines
Eventually we headed back to the car park with two very happy little doglets. As we approached the car we bumped into the horse riders Biggles had terrorized earlier. “Oh, there he is again – and look there’s two of them!”. It turned out our little boy had endeared himself to them. After a little bit of woofing he decided to trot along beside them for a while before sprinting back to us. They really were quite taken with him and thought he was quite a “dashing young man” in his little red harness – what a little charmer!