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In
May of 2007 we went to the southwest corner of Scotland and stayed
in a self-catering cottage for four nights. This was our first trip
with Flyte, a 16-month-old Border Collie and all three of us enjoyed
it as we were blessed with good weather.
Isle
Of Whithorn from our sitting room window.
Straight
across the harbour
...and
out to sea.
Speaking
of the sea...
Flyte
soon had us out and about...
digging
in the rocks...
finding
sticks...
claiming
them...
and
chewing them.
He
was right affronted when the waves came at him,
so
he turned to Jean for protection.
A
bit of rest after the climb.
Good,
faithful dog-friend...
"No,
Flyte,! Too big to take home!"
"Come
on! What's keeping you?"
"Better
let David rest awhile."
Last
look at the beach before heading home for the night.
On
a woodland stroll.
Our
row of houses across the harbour.
Ours
is the two-storey one in the centre.
Along
the shore at Garlieston.
Flyte
strikes a pose.
Look
for the hobbit in the tree.
Galloway
House Gardens
Nearby
ruined cottage.
Handkerchief
tree on the grounds of Galloway House.
Cruggleton
Bay.
Across
the sands.
Still
full of energy.
Sea
Thrift in the shore.
Dwarf
rhododendron.
Sunset
of our last night there.
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