Sunday’s walk proved to be a cracker. For the Fatdog and I it was a path as close to the “edge” as we’ve been anywhere. It was surprising where we found it…(to be continued)
Posted by Ken Brown on November 16, 2009 in General Drivel
November 16, 2009 at 8:34 pm
I know where it is…na na na na na… 🙂
There`s usually loads of geese fly in to roost here late in the day and a nice trig pillar at the top 🙂
November 16, 2009 at 9:57 pm
I was going to wind you up about that trig point with a
“Na, Na, Na, Na, Na – I bet you don’t know where this one is Alex”.
Now all my evil scheming is for nowt! 😦
And you’re correct about the geese…there were quite a few about.
So do you want to write the story then…HUH? 😆
How was Spain btw? Hope you had a good hol 😀
November 17, 2009 at 12:42 am
LOL! Well, I’ve no idea where it is (mind you I have no idea where any of the places you mention are…… [note to self – find map of Scotland somewhere …..])
Waiting to hear the rest of the story and glad that FD did not fling herself off a cliff anywhere. Scenery looks spectacular – and I should get my fix of autumn pictures by the look of these two.
November 17, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Hopefully the mapping idea I wrote about on your blog should help Annie. I’ll put the cache number on when I write up the “Tail”. I think these may be the last Autumn pics the way our weather is going – dull, wet and windy! 😦
October 24, 2011 at 9:35 pm
Been going up here since I was twelve. In the Scouts we had a secret shelter in the woods and have been improving and using it ever since. Beautiful spot and the walk along the entire clifftops is exhilirating. Try it!
October 24, 2011 at 9:52 pm
Great to hear from you scoobytees! 😀
It was a great walk – though with The Fatdog I can’t get too near the edge. She hasn’t the best balance and has no sense of danger! The number of summits where I’ve had to drag her back from the edge are too numerous to mention. I keep meaning to go back but the weather was so good that day I reckon I just couldn’t get it any better. I’ll have to wait for a cracker then head back again. I reckon it’s one of the best walks we’ve done.
I remember building shelters in the woods near Throsk when I was young…always good fun! 😆
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