Dog Shit Quarry

.. is not it's official name, but suits it well.

When I first came moved up here from North Wales, and was a younger, skinnier and stronger man than I am now, I used to contribute to all those chalk marks on the rock behind Marley's head. It's Stirling's premiere bouldering venue and I came here regularly with my pal Mark to sample it's delights and build up my finger strength for the proper climbing further north. I remember seeing my previous dog Bob catch a rat under his paw once. He had no idea what to do with it, so let it go, but he walked with a wolf-like strut for a while afterwards.

Now I just walk past with Marley when we visit Mine Woods. Thought I'd pop-in for a visit today. Not sure if Marley was impressed, but he patiently posed for a photo on the table that looks like it was liberated from a nearby beer garden