Joy in the rain

Today started with a mindful meditation. The stillness in my room  broken only by the rhythmic patter of rain drumming on the window pane, I noticed  and grounded myself feeling a fleeting sense of deepening calm. This sounds good- however like many new to the beneficial effects of emptying rubbish from the brain the calm we seek is only fleeting and moments of  peaceful grounding  are hard won . The constant chatter of my mind buts in almost immediately …  Happily though the sound of the rain is associated for now with that brief internal peace and I smile, feeeling it wash over me as I step out into the down-pour.

In the park it is that wetter than wet deluge that dog walkers believe is triggered only by the act of clipping a lead onto their furry friend’s collar. The kind that soaks through beneath the skin tingling and cold. It falls copeously from large dark clouds emptying their entire load on you alone, stopping suddenly and mysteriously as you make the last few squelchy steps back to the front door. Victimisation of said canine enthusiasts aside, I notice the rain IS making me feel good. Wow! I can cope with this kind of positive connection! I look again an notice how deep and bright the greens are and the particular  smell of freshly wet foliage. Little birds dart between the trees on either side of the path and swoop to the grass looking for creepy crawly dinner summoned out by the rain. Further on the rain splashes hard into the lake- I notice the ripples it makes and again feel happy in the amazing beauty of nature. Suddenly a robin breaks into song, very close by. It sits sheltering in the canopy, lower than usual and I notice the rich tones and fluent trills that seem to last a glorious eternity before it stops, looking me up and down. Probably telling me to go on home – unless of course I had any tasty morsels to offer.

The spell breaks, we turn to go and Angus darts off woofing in delight as he sniffs the ground were a squirrel has briefly stopped moments ago. This is doggy treasure, he is happy and so am I as I know his quarry is safe moving nimbly through the maze of tree branches far ahead down the path.


imageThis morning Pa swan is blowing a gasket! His feathers are puffed and arched into his back as he steams across the water in persuit of a Canadian goose who has dared to stop off on his patch. The chase criss crosses the breadth and length of the lake until the goose eventually gives in and climbs out onto the bank hooting loudly. Job well done – food/nest site safe and mrs Swan  impressed? Perhaps, but what I have not mentioned are the four other geese still on the lake. He sets of immediately to tackle the next and … of course the first intruder slips quietly back into the water!

Give him his dues, this pair of swans have successfully raised two sets of eight cygnets over the last two years- an unrivalled feat here. His methods must work, but was it worth his sanity? Could he have achieved the same aim by quietl guarding the immediate vicinity of the nest?I am left pondering if there is a message for me. Sometimes I chase off hotheaded without pausing first to work out that I can achieve more by staying calm and focused…

Sometimes we are just enough

IMG_1057I have lived long enough to know that this world works in mysterious ways! It can often seem lonely as we each travel our allotted journeys along solitary life paths. Past burdens have, for me sometimes become unbearable- and yet just as I reach breaking point a supporting hand from a friend can be just enough to save my stumble. However sometimes that hand belongs to stranger. I can recall the faces of several who  saved me at my toughest moments. It was not their profound words or heroic deeds- but the fact that they sat along side me for a short while, as a friend.

Recently on our travels my husband and I found ourselves on a costal path with two people coming towards us. Our dogs greeted each other and we smiled . It could have ended there but one exchanged comment lead to another. The recent death of a partner after sixty years of marriage and the first return to a place of great meaning for the couple left the family I met in a place of grief and bewildering pain. I am greatful to have had the chance to repay some of the strangers’kindness shown to me in my time of need. Bereavement is something that I know of. All I had to do on this occasion was to listen to another human being . For five minutes on the side of that path I was able to be the stranger’s hand offering the hand of support along the way.



Public transport for assistance dogs in 200 words

Verdict: mixed but it has not stopped me so far!

Advice : you are the expert on what you need – so don’t be afraid to tell people what will make things easier and they will often surprise you.


Boats and Ferries 🐾🐾🐾🐾  4.5 out of 5 paws – staff usually friendly, larger vessels will have plenty of space for furry partners to rest in comfort.

bus 🐾🐾🐾- some have large disabled spaces. But if not be prepared to be in the way. Big dogs don’t fit under the seats!

Trains🐾🐾- 2 out of 5. Pot luck- booking extra leg room ( small dog) or  token disabled space is only possible if you can plan ahead otherwise negotiating with fellow passengers already in position is usually left to you and can be traumatising. However there are heart warming exceptions.


Underground🐾🐾🐾🐾. Four paws- although still much ancient creaking infrastructure rolling maintenance programmes show increased provision for travelers requiring assistance. Easy to use app to check for lift availability beforehand. 🎉🎉Special commendation for fellow passengers who often play twister around Angus during the rush hour to protect him from being squashed! We travel on the back standing seats as this is the biggest space and least in the way.

…. bet you didn’t think I could do this!


The new London Route Master- great views from here but a bit tricky to get out!



Calling all cabbies…


I am not quite sure how anyone can resist the cheeky grin and sparkling eyes of Angus exercising ‘full charm mode’.

Sadly most of the taxi drivers that we meet are immune! While there are some lovely ones out there most see us as a big problem. Due to recently publicised cases both controllers and drivers are keen to quote the Equalities act 2010  at me… which is novel as I am usually the one who has to do that in shops and restaurants. ” Of course we can’t refuse to take you…” But the prolonged pause and raising of an eyebrow  which follows says more than the words.

At least today’s driver was honest as he flicked the button opening all four windows wide, ” I’m the one with the problem. One dog hair and the next customer will ring in and complain. They said the one who should have got you had a puncture. Not true, he refused the job.”

I’m not sure if the  resulting frosty atmosphere for the rest of the journey was down to the gale now blowing straight through the car or if it was caused by his rage and embarrassment. I do understand that they like a hackney cab to take the job but they are not always about even when I give fair notice. For this reason I always proclaim Angus’s presence and carry a large blanket to cover the back seat and although this may seem a step down to Angus there is always the boot… if it had been emptied by said driver . Not sure how a wheel chair user was supposed to negotiate this problem either? Regrettably his irate ‘discussion’ with control on the radio while we were in earshot in the back lasted for at least two miles and left me wondering if I had spawned a pair of shiney red horns since I last looked in the mirror. IMG_6855

At last we arrived,money changed hands and we skittles away like two naughty kids who had been in trouble again! Off we went- not into the horizon but on to the train and then the bus followed by the underground and then the whole thing in reverse. Oh my what fun we shall have while trying hard just to be ‘normal’.


Me and my friends…

IMG_8972Today’s new friends. The lovely staff at Costa, Kings Cross – you made Angus’s tail wag with happiness at the end of a challenging journey.

I have to marvel at the amazing warmth and kindness shown by those that we meet along life’s journey. For every frustrated experience or post that I write there is an equal and balancing happy even.

Angus – the P.A.T volunteer

This year Angus and I were allowed the privilege of joining P.A.T. (Pets   As Therapy) , a national charity that brings animal and their owners together with public  organisations to spread a little love and enjoyment with others. This may be encouraging children to learn to read in schools, visiting the elderly in care homes or hospitals and assisting patient wellbeing through animal contact based therapies.


Angus is already a volunteer along with me at my local mental health NHS trust and now spends some of his time out from being an Assistance dog on the wards as a P.A.T. Dog. He is a great duchess- recognised and (I am frequently assured ) loved by staff and patients alike to provide a well deserved few minutes of stress relief. Some of his new friends like to stroke him, others tell him about their pets and what kind of day they are having and one lovely lady sings to him while giving him a head massage. I am sure you will guess from this that it is one of Angus’ favourite times of the week.And afterwards there is always time for a good roll!

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Travels with my Goldie – A taste of island life

DSC04551A taste of island life…

Although we didn’t realise it our arrival coincided with winter shut down on Colonsay. Like a National Trust property in November- there was a sense in the air that dust sheets had been fetched from the loft and if you lingered too long you too would be covered over till next March.

However I caught my self wondering if this kind of exile would be entirely bad? Rugged landscape suited best to the gales of winter and locals who were down to earth and genuinely engaged with visitors.(For those interested check out some of the fascinating articles and books about islanders lives.) No resentment here on Colonsay to the screaming intrusion into their quiet way of life! During a brief stay we encountered amazing characters. Among them : the local who knew my childhood home; seasonal workers who love the life style of their adopted summer home and the shop owners who let us glimpse parts of their rural winter life.

Only a few miles wide and  with around 120 hardy inhabitants This out post is 2.5 ferry hours from Oban and 1 from the much bigger and busier whisky island of Islay could just as easily a whole world away. While locals went about their business Colonsay  remained still and silent except for the occasional distant call of grey seals against the wind and crash if the sea and the flocks of Canada Geese that seemed to track you all over the island.

My favourite Colonsay’ism’ was parking on a 3m x2m concrete slab next to a rough green. It turned out that the 1960’s style concrete bench  next to it held the islands total golf facilities: a laminated copy of club rules and. An honesty box lashed to the least exposed side . This in itself set it aside on many of the western isles geared up for tourists and Leisure seeking incomers.Apart from the airfield and two recycling centres (whose significance I may relate later) the harbour town boasts a grand total of :one shop, a post office, cafe,gallery, library, hotel with the only public bar and a petrol pump. Our arriving boat was shared by a local celebrity whisky writer arriving in a flourish only to be gone again in less than a day.


On the afternoon that we left the hotel housing the islands only bar shut for the winter.Closing weekend appeared to be an event in itself. In little groups the locals dropped in to the bar to raise a toast to the leaving staff  and make the most of the last big screen match while the small group of remaining tourists gathered waiting to see whether the ferry would make it through the rising squall. What if it didn’t?( Shop already closed for the weekend and everyone else seemed to be off to ‘the big house’ for the end of season staff party.) There was little doubt that we would be rescued by the locals but it served to hilight that this would be a tough place without friends!


Angus does Notts TV

Angus and I are in awe of the energy and enthusiasm with which Julie and David from Darwin Dogs have advanced the acceptance of Mental Health Assistance dogs in the UK. So, of course we were delighted when they asked us to join them for a feature about Darwin Dogs for Notts TV.

As usual Angus had a great time and thought that all the fuss and attention was rather good fun!

Here is the result:

Watch: Charity uses dogs to help people overcome mental health problems