Hi it’s me Angel, your intrepid explorer back with a new adventure. I hope your enjoying my travels in my home country of Scotland, it is magnificent if you know the special places to go, and I do.
My day started with a trip to the sand dunes of Balmedie, one of the most beautiful, unspoiled areas of natural beauty, well it was until our crazy government allowed Dnald Trump to tear them up to build a golf course. Just what Scotland needs, another windbag and another golf course. Mr Trump has now fallen out with us over plans to build wind farms offshore from the dunes, well with that barnett of his I guess wind is a big concern.
But back to the dunes which stretch 14 miles from Aberdeen to Newburgh. The dunes are made up of a stable grassland, mostly marram grass. They support a large array of wildlife but due to the density of the grassland you rarely see it, well apart from the odd bunny hopping about.
During the 2nd World War the beach was used as a bomb cemetery. Defused and unexploded bombs from Luftwaffe raids on Aberdeen were brought to the dunes where they were cleaned of explosives or detonated on the shore. It was towards this shore we were headed, I wish you could have seen the hoomans puffing as they pushed and lifted me and my luxury wheels higher and higher into the dunes on our quest to reach the beach, they was puffing enough to have their own wind farm working at full capacity, while I just smiled.
Anyway we finally reached the top only for me to have a good old snort as it would appear we had taken a wrong turn and there was no way down to the beach from our location, so we had to back track and it was only on reaching the bottom again we looked at the information board to find we had just puffed our way up to an area that was extremely hazardous and to be avoided at all costs. Typical hoomans, useless. But it sure was beautiful view even if the weather looked threatening.
After all the exertion of climbing the dunes it was onwards but hopefully not upwards and a short drive later we arrived at our next destination, the absolutely stunning Glen Muick.
Glen Muick lies close to Braemar and as you wander through the glen you will soon arrive at a beautiful freshwater Loch, this is Loch Muick. The Glen actually sits on the Balmoral Estate which is owned by some well known family, the Royal family I think they are called. You would have thought they would have wanted to meet me but maybe they were put off by the peasants, I mean hoomans, I was with.
The weather was still overcast as we arrived and as I came out the car a little Chaffinch hopped out of the bushes, he must have known I always carry a secret stash of seed and peanuts on my travels.
After throwing him a few nuts we were off through the Glen towards Lock Muick, which is a site to behold especially on a sunny day, which it wasn’t.
Unfortunately for us the sun continued to hide but the wild red deer weren’t and we sat and watched them.
It wasn’t until later I realised that way up on the hillside a grand old stag was watching me.
Now for any pal planning to follow in my paw steps, an important piece of advice for this area, ticks are rife so be vigilant if you go into the long grass, this advice applies to hoomans as well as us dogs. I am happy to report we headed home exhausted but tick free, that’s the luck of the Furball I guess.