“Lucky White Heather! Get Your Lucky White Heather!”

For the life of me I can’t remember in what 1970’s comedy sketch the phrase “Lucky white heather, get your lucky white heather!” appeared.  All I can recall was that the events within said sketch were anything but lucky…a bit like this week here at The Fatdog Broadcasting Corporation. Continue reading “Lucky White Heather! Get Your Lucky White Heather!”


A Case of Mistaken Identity?

He hobbled along the edge of the winding country road, his single stick waving viciously at the passing cars. A hunched dull grey figure wrapped against the nippy March breeze he dodged the oncoming traffic with the ease of an old court jester capering for his master. Tramp or traveller? Difficult to say from where I sat in the drivers seat, but as I approached I was aware of what appeared to be a square of paper hung around his scrawny neck. Had a piece of his well tucked in newspaper escaped from his ruined ancient jacket leaving him short of a much needed layer of insulation? It could be a cold night for him tonight if that was the case. Maybe it was a sign – “50p for a cuppa, mate?”. or possibly “Bugger off and leave me alone!”. Who knows? I had no intentions of stopping to find out. Continue reading A Case of Mistaken Identity?

About Time for a Wee Munro, I Think

After successfully completing a couple of walks on the Grahams, I decided that myself and The Fatdog should extend our range a wee bit and tackle an easy Munro.   Glas Tulaichean was a fairly easy option.  Lying just to the east of Glenshee this wee bump, with its track to the top, was going to provide zero by way of awkwardness for either of us.  At over 15km and 700m of ascent of a round trip it would be our longest walk in recent months.    We hadn’t been at this height (1051m) since last August! Continue reading About Time for a Wee Munro, I Think

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