Self-service holiday

The majority of our past holidays and breaks have been in the west of Scotland, but this time around we decided to give the east coast a try, booking into a small and (before we arrived) quiet campsite in Inverbervie, Aberdeenshire.

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The journey there was unusally comfortable for the pups thanks to a pair of plush beds Susan found on sale at our local ASDA store. Costing only a tenner a piece, the beds are a perfect fit for our fabric travel crates and come with that holy grail of Beagle bedding: the integral full surround chin-rest. As you can see from the above shot Biggles certainly made good use of the chin-rest component, but seemed a bit confused about how to use the bed itself.

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Our spot on the campsite was by a river that was home to a family of ducks and two mature swans. Biggles quickly accepted the presence of our feathered neighbors but Beanie immediately became obsessed with them. On our beach at home she’s a legendary bird hunter; over the years she’s nearly caught Sandpipers, come within twenty meters of snatching Black Terns out of the air, and only narrowly missed capturing a dead Seagull. Finally here was an opportunity to crown her career by also not catching a swan.

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While The Bigglet and us humies crash out in the sun..

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.. Beanie stays ever watchful by the riverbank

Beanie may not be any good at catching birds, but unfortunately  she is rather more successful when it comes to large insects. Unlike the west side of the country, the east of Scotland doesn’t seem to have a problem with midges but it does apparently have a considerable wasp population, which Beanie was determined to reduce. We’d read plenty of stories about closed airways due to stings, so we did our best to kill the wasps ourselves before they came within her reach, and dissuade her from attempting to catch those that made it through our barrage of fast knock-down spray. Needless to say it wasn’t long before she snagged one, then almost instantly spat it out, shook her head and leaped back from its still wriggling body. Over the next few minutes we kept a close eye on The Beanster for any adverse reactions, but happily none were forthcoming. I pushed a couple of doggy-safe anti-histamines down her throat as a precaution, but for once we didn’t need an emergency visit to the nearest vet. Instead, we made a distinctly non-emergency visit to the nearest castle.

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Dunnotar castle has to be one of the most picturesque castles in the UK, especially when viewed around sunrise. It’s also bordered by clifftops that are satisfyingly sniffy, especially when sampled by a Beagle nose.

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Back at the campsite, I parked up the van and anchored the pups to it while Susan and I set about adjusting the tarp add-on to our tent. Apparently we took too long doing this, because when Susan returned to the van she found that Beanie and Biggles had helped themselves to a cow ear each. Exactly how they did this remains a mystery; just prior to embarking on our holiday I’d dropped a few days’ worth of cow ears in a bag along with a doggy toothbrush, toothpaste and a few cubes of dried fish (the traditional pay-off for letting me clean their teeth). I’d handed the bag to Susan who put it safely away in a cupboard, and there it had stayed until someone furry found a way to retrieve it. Even more remarkable was the fact that – after first consuming all the fish cubes – they had apparently rationed themselves to one cow ear each, leaving the rest in and around the shredded bag. As Beagle raids go, this had been almost civilized.

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Over the next couple of days we visited nearby fishing village Gourdon..

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..and the beach at Lunan Bay. While Gourdon was notable for its splendid rolling-in-seagull-guano opportunities, it was Lunan Bay that provided the most entertainment, courtesy of Biggles’ reaction to its sandfly population. He’s encountered sandflies before of course, but never in such great numbers. By golden hour the beach was literally jumping with the little buggers, and The Bigglet decided that the only way to deal with them was to dig, dig, dig.

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The beach visit started out peacefully enough.

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The dynamic duo investigated the ruins of a sand castle..

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..peed on it

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..explored arches and caves

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..and chowed down on some particularly tasty barnacles

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But then those pesky sandflies turned up..

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..and the digging began.

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Most dogs look a bit silly when they’re digging, but with that big white bum of his Biggles takes it to a whole new level

The digging didn’t eradicate the sandflies but it gave my boy a damned good workout, and the long drive back home had heavy snoring as its soundtrack.

4 Replies to “Self-service holiday”

  1. Julie - JB, Cassie and Buzz's Mum

    Sounds like a great holiday! Glad the wasp encounter wasn’t as dramatic as the one we had with JB whilst on holiday in Dorset! We were walking alongside a river and JB was just in front of me, on lead, when his head shot round and he started frantically snapping at his rear end. I couldn’t see anything at first and thought it was just a fly annoying him, but on closer inspection I found a wasp attached to his furry plums!! It had obviously stung him, although I pulled it off quickly. Poor boy, must have been agony!! We had some Piriton in the car (we always keep some in there after Cassie was bitten by an adder, also on holiday!) but we were about an hour’s drive away from the cottage and so he had to sit in the car for the journey. At first he was quite frantic because it obviously hurt to sit down, but after 15 mins or so the tablet began to work and he calmed down. Fortunately we didn’t have to find a vet but what were the odds of him a) getting stung and b) being stung THERE!!! Made my husband’s eyes water just to look at it!

  2. Paul Post author

    Poor soul! That had me crossing my legs as I read it. At least Biggles would be safe from such an attack, given that his little bag of plums is empty.

  3. Susan in Delaware

    Thanks for sharing your wonderful holiday with us, Paul! And beautiful photos of pups and sites, as always. Yes, wasps are not fun, I’m glad there wasn’t an issue with them. I don’t know if you have cicadas in the UK, but August is their season here, and Ringo attempts to eat the dead ones we find on our walks. He picks one up, chews briefly, spits it out, and then repeats with the next one he finds. Not a very bright fellow, good thing he is cute!

  4. Paul Post author

    We don’t have cicadas here. Looking at the size of ’em, I think Beanie & Biggles would just keep their heads down and pretend not to see them, the same way they react to bunnies :)

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