Our first detour was Dumbarton Castle but only from the bottom as we got distracted by the enormous Dumbarton Rock, a plug of volcanic basalt which is 240 feet high.
A 'stones throw away' pardon the pun, but its true was this beach. The autumnal-winter colours were fabulous, but my heart sank as it was littered by rubbish.
I'm surprised that West Dumbarton Council has not cleared it up; or even Historic Scotland with the castle nearby; or even community volunteers.
Such as shame, how a place of beauty is ruined by inconsiderate fellow human beings.
I wish I had brought a bucket, I could have picked up some seaweed for the garden plot. Oh well. I will just admire the colours.
These made me smile too - like meercats standing to attention.
Next stop was a farm shop. It was extremely busy, to be fair it generally is, but more so today with the Easter weekend. Many families were out with their children. I think the farm shop may have even organised an Easter egg hunt.
I didn't pick up any chocolate Easter eggs. Chocolate Easter eggs are not something we indulge in (never have), but I did pick up half a dozen free range eggs and potatoes.
I was also tempted by some strawberry and blue popcorn.
The views here are absolutely gorgeous. You appreciate it more when the skies are clear and blue. Still some snow on the mountains. If you look to the left and you can see one of the chickens having a wander.
Last time I was here, I took some pictures of the Aberdeen Angus cattle, this time the sheep. I tried to get some pictures of the lambs, but they were pretty active, leaping and jumping, so I let them be.
But can I interest you in the 'not so cute'. I don't think this fella is going to win any beauty prizes, nevertheless it would be wrong for me to discriminate purely on looks. These are intelligent animals.
Whenever D and me go out to historic houses, castles and places of conservation we become acutely aware of the cost of entry to some of these places. This has deterred us a number of times from going any further. Well today, we decided to dig into our pockets. Oh no not for the entrance ticket, we actually signed up to become members of the National Trust for Scotland, on the premise that we will make more of an effort to travel to some of these places and enjoy them. So be warned, you will see a lot more on this blog of Scottish heritage. Anyway, as official members of the NTS, our first entry was to Geilston Gardens.
As expected, theres not much growing this time of year, I just loved the unhurried pace and the tranquil environment.
Oh how my eyes envy that greenhouse. The potting shed
the things growing there.
The woodland walk was really pleasant with the sound of the waterfall in the background was just bliss. I would rather listen to it than motor cars driving by. I could see myself here, sitting in the shade with a good book.
I'll come out here again, probably in July to see the progress in the kitchen garden and the colours of Summer.