Monthly Archives: November 2011


23 October was Inchmarlo’s second Garden Open Day of the year.  The first one was on 22 May when it was absolutely gorgeous and Mummy and I walked all over the gardens.  Visitors would come up and speak to me and Mummy would give them my business card and we would  have a chat and a laugh and they would say what a handsome and friendly dog I am – quite true.

But on 23 October, it was a pleasant day in the morning, but by the time we got to Inchmarlo, the weather had changed and it was not particularly nice.  There were occasional spits of rain during the day, not too much and I wasn’t worried about it at all despite the fact that I didn’t have a coat on but I was brave and I put up with the rain.  Mummy and I did our usual job and walked all round the garden and spoke to people but unfortunately there were a lot fewer than previously.  Susie was in charge of the plant stall, Phyllis was in charge of the entrance money at South Lodge; Colin was in charge of the kitchen and everything went well except for the small numbers of people. 

In the summer Garden Open Day 55 people came and our donation to Scotland’s Gardens Scheme’s charities and Alzheimer Scotland was £1464, unfortunately this time our donation to Scotland’s Gardens Scheme Charities and the Forget-Me-Not-Club in Banchory was only £314.00. This was disappointing since the autumnal colours looked absolutely gorgeous.  I heard Daddy telling a visitor that he thought about doing an Autumn Garden Open Day because some years ago he and Mummy had gone on one of these cruises to see the fall colours in Canada, but the Maples had not changed and when they came back to Inchmarlo they saw more fall colours than in Canada!

Autumnal Colours at Inchmarlo

We had an unusually warm fall – to use the American expression – this year but last week the weather changed, so the autumnal colours were very nice – just far too few people to see them.


Well a lot has happened since I last wrote my blog.  Daddy and Mummy went to London for a conference on retirement communities and villages and then Daddy and Susie went and visited a number of them in Kent.  Naturally I couldn’t live on my own so I went to have another holiday with Jennifer, Graeme, Hamish and Cameron.  I had a number of my favourite toys with me and since I had stayed there in their home in Greenbank Village in Edinburgh before, I felt completely at home. When Daddy comes home at night and reads The Telegraph and The Daily Mail, I get my knotted rope in my mouth and nudge his arm.  I keep doing this until he puts his paper down and tries to grab one of the knots.  I am so quick that I move my head just before he can grab it – but then I feel sorry for him and make it easy for him to grab it.  We then get into my favourite game – a tug-o-war.  When that happens I growl like a lion and pull like mad for a long time. In fact I growl so loud if it was not me growling I would scare myself.

When we are in Edinburgh, Graeme, Hamish and Cameron play the same game but since there are 4 of them I can play for much longer than I can with Daddy. Of course I’m much younger than they are and occasionally get tired so I go and have a snooze. I snore so loudly I sometimes drown out the television.  After I have a snooze I then pick up my knotted rope or my rubber ring and start nudging their arms again.

Occasionally I get into trouble when they are drinking: sometimes I nudge their arms and it spills out of the mug.

I didn’t misbehave at all during my holidays in Edinburgh except when Jennifer got very exasperated with the amount of dog poo she had to pick up from the garden and unfortunately my pee burns the grass.

One of the highlights of my visit to Edinburgh was when we drove to Gullane and we all walked along the beach.  When Daddy was at school in Musselburgh he used to run every day regardless of whether it was sun, rain or snow to get exercise.  On weekends they used to have to cycle down to Port Seaton and occasionally all the way to Gullane – phew I couldn’t walk all that way.  Daddy told me that you don’t pronounce it like Gull-An so  I regretted that I couldn’t speak in a language that other people could understand because at least I would have pronounced it correctly – Gill-An.