Scottish League of Outdoor Bloggers
The Fatdog stood at the front door staring in disbelief at the rain bouncing off the driveway. He had to be kidding! He never went walking in THIS! She looked back into the hall. The backpack was propped up against the radiator and bags with boots and dry clothes sat on the floor, ready to make their way out to the car. She decided to check, just to make sure she hadn’t imagined it. She turned back to look out the door once more. Stretching her neck forward her nose twitched, sucking in the damp air. Nope, it was definitely very wet out there…what on earth was he thinking about?
As I stood at the front door looking out I stared in disbelief at the rain bouncing off the driveway…what on earth was I thinking about? I nudged a reluctant Fatdog with my knee and she stumbled out of the house onto the rain soaked blocks, turning to give me a disapproving stare before stomping off in the general direction of “The Tank”.
Scott had emailed the night before suggesting a walk up the Meikle Bin with the dugs. I should’ve checked the forecast first…before giving an enthusiastic “Yes” to the trip. I wouldn’t have had the heart to say “No” anyway…we’d talked about this for close to a year now and as usual with these things had never managed to get around to actually doing it. So why the f*** did he wait until the wettest day in the calendar to suggest we meet up! I don’t do rain and by the black hairy mutt’s expression of pure hatred she “don’t do rain” either! Even the “Tank” groaned at the prospect.
But we’re hard as nails these days and a paltry shower of rain…and near zero visibility wasn’t going to stop us.
Carnations in lapels we both cruised the car park at Carron Reservoir. Just as well we had the carnations… we’d both left our respective mobile phone information at home. You can only plan for so much. Total incompetence is something that is just too difficult to make sensible provision for.
Unlike most of The Fatdog “Tails” there are very few photographs. The Fuji was tucked safely away in my pocket for most of the trip as intermittent drizzles swished down the forest tracks towards us, never quite soaking but just enough to keep jackets zipped up and hoods and hats at the ready. Oddly enough the summit was rain free and calm though the cloud covering ensured that we wouldn’t be seeing further than the most unadventurous dug.
Much to Scott’s astonishment no sooner had we reached the summit trig point then I was off GPS in hand after a nearby geocache
– closely followed by all 3 enthusiastic dugs who got bored and gave up on the pursuit fairly quickly. I should add that Molly (Scott’s cream and beige Labradoodle) has previous form with this cache having “discovered “ it earlier this year and relocated it… without officially amending the coordinates!
Maybe I shouldn’t have waved so energetically when I found the bloody thing as the “wee black dug” belted down the hill straight towards me with intent. Thank God it wasn’t The Fatdog…was what was going through my head at that moment in time.
So what, given the absence of views, did the inaugural meeting of the Scottish League of Outdoor Bloggers discuss?
Well…(heh, heh, heh) we bitched about the forums, then we bitched about the geocachers and then…yes and then (heh, heh, heh) …we bitched about the BLOGGERS!
So was it your blog we whispered about heads together as we ambled down the hill…before giggling hysterically?
If you feel we may have had cause to make entirely slanderous remarks about your blog or forum feel free to post up your possible “Faux Pas” with an explanation of why this should be considered and we’ll tell you if you were right or wrong. Can’t say fairer!