The Owner of the Black Boar
I went to a meeting tonight in Arbroath about Access to recreational land use. We had some presentations by different people and it was all very interesting. The reason for going primarily is because I am interested in joining the group because with all the connections I am joining together around walking for health and recreation and the hostel idea I feel I can make a contribution.
It turned out I was sat next to the farmers who own the black pig I was chatting with when I visited Lunan Bay last year. They had come along to see how they could hep tackling the problem of people accessing the beach there through their land and leaving a mess behind.
As you can see I didn’t quite have time to get down to the beach but I did grab a snap of the headland beyond Elliot where I have walked several times on my way to or from Easthaven.
It was a good use of my time and I enjoyed being out on an evening instead of safely cosied up with the boys! although I would have been happier if the bus driver on my second bus (connection on the outward journey) hadn’t punched my ticket as a return. I wasn’t sure it would be accepted coming back but fortunately it was a local driver who knows me well enough to know I am honest and who could work out that I actually couldn’t have made the return journey and the outward one again with available bus services from the time I bought the ticket. Change of bus in Forfar and back with the original driver who started my journey off … lovely to see him back to been his usual happy self after a patch in the doldrums … although as I told him I don’t think that the passengers need to know his leg is vibrating (his words not mine)! There is something about bus drivers and sharing – if I got a windfall everytime a bus driver lets me know they are going for a pee at Dundee bus station I would be a very wealthy woman.
I didn’t tell you much about yesterday’s happenings; apart form the computer glitchiness I probably had a touch of heatstroke after spending an hour dealing with Evelyn’s patio weeds. I had sprayed them the other week so yesterday I returned armed with a stanley knife. a stout screwdriver, my secateurs and my gardening gloves and set too getting the dead and dying weeds out from between the slabs. I managed about half … so I will be heading back on Thursday to finish it off for her – since tomorrow is signing on day and I have to sot out all my evidence to take with me.