It’s Been A Hard Night’s Day

Posted on April 26, 2010 by Paul

If you’re the sort of person who thinks dogs should know their place, you’re going to be shaking your head in disbelief by the time you’ve read this post. In fact why not save time and get the head shaking over right now. Go on, give it a good old shake. Done? OK, here we go…

After spending most of yesterday morning & afternoon in the garden with us, we put Beanie & Biggles to bed in their crates for a couple of hours to let us get on with a few jobs free of Beagle assistance. It never occurred to us that Biggles might be close to needing a pee. It certainly occurred to him, and our poor little boy ended up wetting the bed in his crate. There wasn’t time to get his bed washed and dried before proper doggy bed time, so he had to make do with an improvised bed. It obviously wasn’t as cosy as his real bed, and at around 2 am that night he started complaining about it. We felt a degree of culpability over the bed wetting incident, so Susan opened up his crate to let him into our bed. Of course when you let one of our Beagles out, you have to let the other one out too, so Beanie came to join us. I figured that might be a recipe for a poor night’s sleep, but even I wasn’t prepared for what was to come.

Beanie did her usual lie-across-the-bed routine, but Biggles was insufferable. Ordinarily he can sleep soundly just about anywhere, in any position, for hours at a time..

..but this night, he was the fidgetmeister. He snuggled up against me for a couple of minutes, then he got too hot and crawled out from under the covers. As soon as he was cool enough he hassled me again to get back under the covers. Then he got really hot and climbed out of the bed, dropping onto the floor in a heap. Two minutes later he felt the need to roll onto his side, which he did with all the grace and stealth of a 30lb sack of tatties. Flump! Then he rolled onto his other side. Flump! Shortly thereafter he wanted to get back onto the bed, but being Biggles he couldn’t just jump up there on his own, oh no, he had to paw my arm until I sat up to give him a clear path and told him “Go”. Back under the covers, he could once again cosy up to me. Until he got too hot again… And so it went on, and on, and all the time I’m contorting myself into weird positions to accommodate Beanie. Very good if you’ve got a dodgy back, I can assure you.

Around 5am the Biggly boy quit fidgeting and I thought I might finally catch a couple of hours’ uninterrupted sleep. Just as I was drifting off I heard a scratching noise. I checked the bed, and Biggles wasn’t in it. The scratching continued so I got up and walked towards it, to be greeted by a very animated Bigglet. He paced up and down between me and the door, clearly desperate for a pee, and looked at me with an expression that said “Dad, you know what’s going to happen if you don’t get me to the garden, FAST!” So I threw on my clothes and took him out for his leak. I *think* I got a bit of sleep somewhere between 6-7am, but when I got up I felt like.. well, kind of like Beanie looks in this picture:

Refreshed, alert and ready for the day ahead. NOT.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Beagles! Who’d ‘ave ’em!

Let’s Off-Road!

Posted on April 24, 2010 by Paul

OK, so Byne Hill ended up being a tedious trudge round a graveyard, leaving my desire to have a bit of a climb (without killing my dodgy knee) unsatisfied. Enter Cornish Hill, with the following key attributes:

it’s only 460-odd metres high
it offers “outstanding views of the Galloway Hills and lochs” according to various websites
it’s in the Galloway Forest Park so there’s no way a grumpy farmer can deny access to it
it’s miles from the nearest cemetery ‘cos I’ll be buggered if I’m going to have a repeat of the Girvan fiasco

The walk up the hill is covered on numerous websites, so on Tuesday morning I printed out the one from the official Forestry Commission site and we set off. What could possibly go wrong? Well how about this – the directions from the Forestry Commission site are wrong, just plain wrong! They take you miles away from Cornish Hill (basically on the opposite side of the park) and lead you onto a track designed for four wheel drive, off-road vehicles. Given that we have a bargain-basement family car, not an off-roading monster, you can probably guess what happened next. Here’s a little excerpt from the Fast Show just to set the scene:

This was a dry day so the car didn’t get stuck in mud, but it did end up like a beached whale, sitting mostly on its exhaust pipe atop a hump in the narrow road with the wheels barely touching the ground. Just as I was trying to escape our predicament without doing further damage to the car, someone came along in another vehicle, clearly impatient to get past. I mean we where in the middle of nowhere, what were the chances that someone would come along right at that ever so embarrassing and frustrating moment? That’s right, pretty much 100% given our luck. Somehow I got the car free without doing any appreciable damage, but I think our dogs learned a few four-lettered expletives while I was doing it.

Anyway, after that less than encouraging start we dug out a map, found our way to the correct starting point for the walk (which can be found here) and made it to the top of Cornish Hill without any further misadventures. The walk itself was over very quickly, but it delivered some impressive views for such a modest height, especially since that the weather wasn’t too great that day.

Rugged scenery and stimulating smells all round

The hill’s not “all that” though; it’s not even as tall as Biggles!

Human down! Commence pocket raid!

Since the hill walk was over so quickly we headed back via the Glentrool Visitor Centre and supplemented with one of the short trails there. It was much warmer and brighter away from the hills, and the Beaglets had a lovely relaxing sniffabout.

So despite a rocky start the day ended very well, though there was still one more brief moment of drama when Biggles did a re-enactment of our earlier trouble with the car..

Yeah it looks easy on the way down

But it’s a lot tougher to get back up. “Er Mum! Some help here!”

Slow Food & The Girvan Cemetery Walk

Posted on April 22, 2010 by Paul

It seemed like everyone in the world has had their own BBQ except us, so one slightly warmer afternoon last week we decided to give it a go. We went for a charcoal burning model, on the grounds that it was less likely to explode if we mucked it up somehow. Assembly took a little longer than expected. The instructions weren’t exactly clear (they were even harder to follow after Biggles ran off with them) but I succeeded in building something that looked like the picture on the box. We put our folding metal playpen round the thing for extra doggy-safety, loaded up the coals and lighter cubes, lit the blue touch paper and stood well back. Biggles stood even further back, because he has a thing about cooking. He’s not scared of the sound of power tools or even the vacuum cleaner (known in our house as the Sniffy Monster) but smokey cooking always makes him leg it. Beanie on the other hand is normally a scaredy cat but on this occasion she stayed quite close. Maybe she figured she had a chance of grabbing some raw burger.

I’m not scared, you understand, but.. I think I’ll just watch from here…

The lighter cubes burned out, but the charcoal wasn’t glowing and there wasn’t much heat coming from it. We rebuilt our charcoal pyramid, threw more lighter cubes into the middle and lit them up a second time. Still no joy. The instructions said it could take half an hour for them to reach cooking temperature, but we’d now been waiting nearly an hour by now. The late afternoon sun was leaving our garden and the temperature was dropping. Still, it would be nice and warm once the barbecue got going. We tried again. And again. Still our burgers had more chance of cooking in the tumble dryer than on our barbie.

Determined not to be beaten I went inside to ask Google for advice. It was nice and warm in the house, and as I passed through the kitchen on my way to the office I couldn’t help but glance at our cooker, which was perfectly capable of giving us hot, well cooked burgers without any charcoal, lighter cubes or ridiculously long waiting time. Google gave me the answer I needed – the charcoal should be on a grill a centimeter or two above the base of the ash box, not sitting directly on the base. To be fair I had wondered what that extra grill was for! I headed back outside to try again and about 45 minutes later we were sitting on the deck in failing light and shivering in a cold wind, with apparently cooked yet not particularly warm burgers in our hands. To make the most of the experience we finished by toasting a few marshmallows (they burn better than the lighter cubes!), then sought refuge in our warm house with our two thoroughly bored Beagles.

The next day we fancied a short but energetic hill climb with a nice view. A little searching turned up the Byne Hill walk in Girvan. It was just the ticket! We got to the car park that marks the start of the walk easily enough, but after that the directions didn’t seem too clear. The road we were apparently supposed to take hit a dead end down a farm road, so we tried the other direction and went down by the Byne Hill Cemetery. This didn’t seem to offer any opportunities for climbing the hill, so we did an about turn and revisited the farm road. Maybe we’d missed a path leading off the road (it wouldn’t be the first time!) Nope, definitely no hidden path. We turned round and went down past the cemetery (again) – I’d spotted a caravan park there and figured maybe one of the residents would know how to get access to the hill. We got lucky, and armed with directions we headed through the caravan park, past the cemetery again (again) and.. hit another dead end. We retraced our steps past the cemetery again (again again) and found someone else with a different idea of how to finally get up Byne Hill. This also ended in failure, but gave us another couple of chances to view the blummin’ cemetery, which is obviously Girvan’s main attraction. The walk up the hill was supposed to be around 6.5 km long. We’d already walked about 4 km going back and forth by the graveyard, so we admitted defeat and settled for a stroll along the beach. We subsequently discovered that the directions for the walk were simply out of date – the route did indeed go down the farm road but that road together all other routes to the base of the hill were now closed to walkers. Just to complete the whole dead-end experience, the main road out of Girvan was also closed.

The Byne Hill cemetery. It’s very nice, but I wouldn’t want to spend a whole day there (again)