It looked such an innocuous little bump. My God, it was only 427m high! We used to swallow up those wee molehills on our way to much bigger things. It created mayhem did Dumgoyne…the little sod.
How difficult can it be…
From the house, MrP’s 2 seater BMW knocked 8 minutes out of “The Tank” on the Cannonball Run from Larbert to Dalwhinnie. Somewhat uncharitably I put that down to the fact that I had The Fatdog in the back which, let’s face it, would severely limit anybody’s chances of staying in touch on the near 100 mile run. We rendezvoused at that most necessary of establishments…the Dalwhinnie Public Toilets. For motorists having spent 100 miles avoiding post-snow potholes, I have no doubt this is an enormously popular stop off point…especially if bladders have any say in the matter. Continue reading
MrP and I managed our first joint expedition of the year on Saturday. We picked a nice easy wee hill (The Fara)…and then for good measure another nice wee hill just behind (Meall nan Eagan). Today I ache.
The WEATHER GODS were obviously a trifle put out by the antics of The Weather Thieves some 10 days earlier…and let us know all about it. But it was a great wee walk of some 14km.
I am rather looking forward to writing up this one…even now some of the ideas are what you might define as…unexpected. :shock:
The Weather Thieves have no allegiance to days of the week or particular mountain ranges. Opportunists, they are watchers of charts, plotters of many possibilities, schemers and out and out…chancers! But a few hours window is all that is needed to sneak a fair weather hill from under the noses of the capricious weather gods. That said, filching a good day from them in ever changing February has to be the greatest challenge. We kicked their collective a***s last year, could we do it again?
Let the “imperceptibly loaded dice” of the Weather Thieves roll… Continue reading