A Gentle Stroll up an Inclined Path

We don't just bring you technicolour here at The Fatdog Broadcasting Corporation. Oh no!

IF VIEWING THIS POST FROM OCTOBER 10 2012 – PLEASE COMMENT BELOW TO LET ME KNOW WHERE YOU HEARD OF IT.  THERE HAS BEEN SUDDEN INTEREST AND I’M CURIOUS AS TO WHY.  MANY THANKS….KEN 😀

The monochrome fiasco that was last week’s main feature has seen ratings plummet here at The Fatdog Broadcasting Corporation.  In an attempt to halt the catastrophic decline in viewing figures our intrepid production team has taken the proverbial bull by the horns (and other parts of its anatomy liable to cause a somewhat more intense, debilitating, pain) and once more limped, hobbled and lurched out into the wilderness that is rural Perthshire to bring you, the viewer, those much sought after autumn colours.  Or, putting it another way – “at this time of year Perthshire is ablaze in shades of red, brown and gold as leaves fall and glorious autumn takes hold.

We opted not to go hillwalking, The Fatdog and I.  We merely set our step up a continually inclined path.

The sub-tropical jungle of rural Pethshire…it was about 2 deg C.

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The local “Posh House”

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The Editor had thought that the “coal face” jobs were a thing of the past.

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“Ahem…at this time of year Perthshire is ablaze in shades of red, brown and gold as leaves fall and glorious autumn takes hold. “

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We don’t just bring you technicolour here at The Fatdog Broadcasting Corporation. Oh no!

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Having reached our vantage point and scoffed a couple of brioche rolls filled with duck paté it was time to wander back to the car.  Much to our surprise the remainder of our walk continued in a downwards direction.

So…which hill did we not climb?  Anyone?