On Sunday afternoon, we decided to take advantage of the temporary sunny skies and get Samson out for a forest walk. We had left him behind on Saturday’s hike, and were feeling just a smidge of parental guilt. As I packed a small bag with water and doggie treats, I asked Jonathan if I should grab our rain jackets, just in case. He looked up at the blue sky and said, “Nope, I think it’ll hold off for the next hour or so.” Flash forward 20 minutes and I am hovered under a tree, seeking shelter during a torrential downpour.
Scotland is known for rain, but sheets of precipitation are actually pretty rare. Normally we will get a persistent drizzle or maybe a soft pitter patter sort of rain, during which a forest is a substantially protective place to be. Countesswells Wood was no match for the rain storm that rolled through on Sunday afternoon, however, and so by the end of the 4 mile hike, we were all three drenched. Jon and I were mildly unhappy about it, but Sam was thrilled and made a point of running through every mud puddle he could find.
Since I knew I was going to have to bathe him either way, I just let him go with it. By the end of the walk, he (and our car) looked like this.
After Sunday’s experience, I feel like we have officially been initiated into Scottish life.
I returned to Countesswells Wood this morning with Bailey, fully equipped with my rain jacket in tow. Of course, because I was prepared, the sun continued to shine throughout our walk, which means I managed to get some really lovely pictures along the way.
And even though the sun was shining, there was still evidence on the trails of the recent downpour, and I managed to get quite muddy all the same.