The instruction from Her Imperial Majesty the Missus to clear up a pile of “junk” awaiting integration into my filing system resulted in a leaflet produced by South Ayrshire Council called Girvan Walks seeing the light of day again. The longest route involving a circuit to the clachan of Pinmore caught the eye and with a quick consultation with the canine companion we were set. I have no idea how long it has been waiting “filing” but let’s just say that a few wind farms have sprouted around Girvan in the meantime. To cement things the last time I was down here Jazz was literally the twinkle in her father’s eye: time for an update. Continue reading
This walk was a standard one when I was a lad (yes, more nostalgia) and so to give it a slight new spin we were going to start at Balerno on the “other” side of the Pentland Hills. Back in the 19th century 1 when I used to do this I had the place to myself: no longer. Today the hills were heaving and it also looked like everyone got a mountain bike for Christmas. I’m sure the Regional Park authorities spin this as a good thing: I’m not in their camp, but this is a website for misanthropes after all. Continue reading
- After reading an earlier draft of this nonsense, my Mother wishes it to be known that my birth was a temporal anomaly as she herself is a child of the mid-20th century and so obviously couldn’t have a son who went walking in the 19th. It looks like I need to check out a high-security nursing home… ↩
Today for inspiration I opened Nick Wiliams’ excellent Southern Uplands guide with the intention of walking where it opened (so long as it looked interesting and wasn’t too far away, obviously). So step up Heatherstane Law. However, don’t try to find this on an Ordnance Survey map because there it is called Hudderstone. Clearly when the OS surveyor asked a local for the name of yonder hill their accent was a little on the strong side and the literal transcription made it into the database. Whatever name you use, it was a nice day out, and a good example of how quickly a guide-book can go out-of-date.
Now if you thought I was talking about a little parasite then shame on you! I’ll have you know that she has immaculate personal grooming. 1 No, it’s a birding term meaning that she has added a new species to her growing list: Water Rail. Today we were up at the SWT Knockshinnoch reserve in New Cumnock before a wander around an icy Glenafton. Continue reading
- Thanks Dad, I’ll lie for you some time too. ↩