I think Covid restrictions were getting to me. The PC had been disconnected and stored below the desk as I waited for better days. On reflection it was probably a mistake trying to write about the great outdoors while cooped up in a region about 17km by 17km with no significant wilderness to speak of. Trying to escape the presence of another 150,000+ other souls stuck in the same locale also proved to be a thankless task. My normal version of social distancing tends to be far more extreme than current restrictions – something I had practised quite successfully until the onset of Coronavirus. But enough of my sociopathic tendencies. It’s time to reconnect the cabling, press the ON button, and produce reams of interminable ramblings. Welcome back, yet again, to “Where the Fatdog Walks”.
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The camera never lies (or so they say). It maybe never lies but with a moderate touch of editing you can bend the truth just a wee bit. In my last post “The Weather Thieves” I alluded to the fact that I could be somewhat prone to exaggerating the difficulty and indeed the jeopardy involved in our walks aided by a careful piece of photo editing. I think the greatest photographic liberties were taken after a little stroll on a clear November day in 2009 when FD and I tackled the Munro Binnein Mor in the Mamore Range. I don’t recall any particular “squeaky bum” situations although the summit itself was a bit small and what you might describe as “sharp”. In reality I was in greater danger from the Fatdog’s obsession with my fruit scone/strawberry jam combo than I was from the mountain itself.
Anyhow, in keeping with my original theme of misleading photographs and exaggerated storylines I have revisited an extract from the original “tail” and edited it to include even greater photographic shenanigans and a now almost unbelievable storyline. Ironically it now more accurately describes the actual events of a thirty minute period in that six hour walking day. As we join the hike FD and I are about three hours into the walk and are about to begin the final part of the ascent. The route ahead looks…educational!