This afternoon Grey Granite and Rufus walked from Monthooly Doocot, round past Craigiefold, to 'Peg's Corner' then round by Coburty Mains and down the long straight road known as Knoggan Hill back to the Doocot. This nostalgic walk was probably Grey Granite's formative rainbow trail as she walked this route so often during the childhood holidays which had such an influence on her. Grey Granite and Rufus were accompanied by the ghosts of Grey Granite's own small self, Tam, the first dog with whom she was allowed to roam the countryside, her Dad, with whom, during the awakening of her interest in archaeology a history of the area based on the haystack culture was invented, and her beloved Aunty Peg for whom Grey Granite has remained grey.
The ruin close to Hillcrest which Grey Granite thinks is an old school. When she was a child Grey Granite was told that a murderer was caught in this building, possibly having hung himself, As a result she was wary of passing the building without the protection of Tam. Today Grey Granite and Rufus paused to admire the delicate apricot old Scots roses which are just starting to flower at the roadside.
There are now dog roses (Rosa canina) flowering at the dykeside in several places. Grey Granite was surprised by a large clump of unexpected Oriental poppies at the roadside at Coburty, their startling orange flowers windswept and, to use Peg's phrase, 'bladded' by yesterday's gales.
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