I seem to have missed out on the life and times of a little bear called Pooh, maybe by accident, maybe by design, but just as well, as I think I’d have spent my life falling asleep had I been introduced.
Later, I had to be convinced his name really was Pooh.
Then I heard of a game called Poohsticks – and not sure if pleases, or disappointed, that actual game had no relation to what the name suggested. Later, I had similar thoughts before discovering what Klingons were, and Star Trek suffered the same fate in my imagination.
Why am I rambling about Pooh and Klingons?
Whizzing through the backstreets of Bothwell recently, I noticed a sign stuck (no, it was actually pinned) to a tree, one of a number along a public/cycle path and cycle route, but couldn’t read it as it was too dark when I was there.
Then I made the trip in daylight, so was able to read it.
Nice :-)
At least the main streets have Bobby Bothwell!
NOT to be taken as a generalisation against dog owners/walkers, but why does a small group always seem to have to waste things for the majority.
Some walkers seem to think it’s funny to tie poo bags to branches that extend into paths.
Other use bags, but then toss them in the nearest garden, or as one neighbour discovered as the summer got hotter some time ago, shove them into spaces along walls – he eventually had to box off all the spaces along the side of his house/garden to stop this practice.
+1 to the many GOOD dog walkers I see doing the bag business, and dropping the result in the nearest bin.
They should do the same with the nasty minority!
On the same theme
For some reason, this post made me think of these nice people – very nice people.
Secret Scotland 