(or at least what not to be seen doing on a hill!)
We’d just started the descent of Meikle Bin when there was the “interesting” sensation of my legs buckling under me, followed by a giant wobble.
There were only 2 options.
Either my legs had “gone” or the ground had moved. The former was distinctly possible…but the second was highly unlikely given the terrain. I moved back a couple of steps…the grass wobbled dramatically under my boots. Hmmm…odd.
Closer inspection suggested that I was in fact standing on what appeared to be a shallow dome of turf, a dome that moved. We could only speculate that water had been trapped on top of rock, creating the hillwalkers equivalent of a bouncy castle!
I wobbled….then wobbled a bit more…then The Fatdog got in on the act…