The day before Cap’n Jack and I were dragged up Tinto by our “security” I, in my infinite wisdom, thought it would be a jolly good wheeze to get a feel for how the pups might behave on the open hill. The weather was fine, the sky was clear and The Labrador Security Co was busy ripping up the back garden. As I watched their foray into demolition I noticed, in the distance, the distinctive shape of Dumyat, that wee bump at the west end of the Ochil Hills overlooking Stirling. Hmm…that should be ok for my first solo venture with the pups. I know…but it seemed a good idea at the time.
Here’s a little photographic story of our ascent
We’re about to go for a walk, The Labrador Security Co and me. We can even see where we’re going from our back garden. See that little pimple just to the left of the red roof (centre shot)? That’s mighty Dumyat. We’ll be at the car park at the back of the hill in about half an hour’s time.
OK – a bit closer this time so you can get a better look at the wee pimple.
…and so it begins all over again but twice as difficult.
The Wallace Monument
The pups can be hard work when walking them on leads – especially when they start to drag their heels. Evidence of my efforts to get them moving can be found in the rocks!
“It’s this way.”
“No…it’s this way I tell you.”
Miss Blonde and (the very colourblind) Miss Pink guard the summit trig point.
Here we have a memorial stone, a steel basket in which to light a warning beacon. Also, very surprisingly, Lionel Messi of Barcelona – and a disembodied head (left of shot)
The shiny buildings this side of the River Forth are whisky bonds; the smaller rectangular buildings on the opposite side are the remains of the magazines that were part of the (long gone) Royal Navy Depot at Throsk. My grandpa used to drive the little train that ferried “stuff” around the base.
The haze means that we can’t quite see Stirling Castle however we can just make out Wallace Monument (centre background). The big outcrop, with its commanding view over the Forth Valley is home to an old hill fort; home of the mighty Maetae, the tribe who occupied the site at the time of the Roman invasion. Dumyat comes from Dun Maetae – fort of the Maetae. In the foreground is what might loosely be termed a mad bugger on a bike!
Looking down from the summit I can see the hordes coming up the Dumyat motorway (far left). Fortunately there is a little used trail heading off to the right which will allow us to sneak past
My “let’s avoid the ascending hordes” alternative route gives a not often seen perspective on the Dumyat summit
Good news – the pups behaved (more or less) impeccably. Most impressive was their calm descent on a steep path just sitting on my heel with no pulling on the leads. All I need now is a miracle with my sciatic right leg 😆 .