West End Blog
Buddy the Jack Russell and his master Ronnie McGowan take an early-morning saunter along to Kelvingrove Park to enjoy the peace and solitude.
Buddy regards Dawsholm as home turf, knows every nook like the back of his paw and feels entitled to go wherever the mood takes him.
Before long, we pass the milkman, the Puppet theatre, and pad on through the gates at Kirklee into the Botanic gardens.
In the early morning sun, the open views to the Campsies and Dumgoyne hill gives a sense of running in open countryside.
At this time of year, as the dark nights draw in and the festivities begin, it can be easy to close the door and forget what is going on outside.
The first fieldfares usually start arriving from mid-September and redwings from late September.
Wildflowers are important as just one species can support a whole ecosystem from fungi and invertebrates, through insect-eating birds and small mammals, to birds of prey.
After a Sunday lunch of lamb, carrots and gravy, just coffee for me, we drive to the health club. Buddy…
The canal offers Buddy a gentler environment to recover from a health scare and this outing turns north at Kelvindale station in the direction of Maryhill locks.
Heading towards that flat stretch on South Street, from the old Yarrows shipyard to the border of Whiteinch and Partick at Sawmill roundabout.