I thought I might do some walking this weekend but late on Friday the snow arrived…and my bottle departed. Never mind the fact I hate driving in it, I know my legs ain’t up to hauling myself up a mountain in snow especially when the bloody stuff is down to sea level. I suspect walking posts may be thin on the ground for the next month or so if this narsty weather keeps up. Even here there’s snow, in normally snow-free Larbert.
Fortunately myself, Cap’n Jack and The Fatdog sneaked in ahead of the weather, and on Tuesday past headed for Meall Odhar, a trifling wee bump just outside Tyndrum. It proved to be a leisurely leg-stretch with the just a hint of a nippy breeze. It now appears the breeze was a portent of things to come.
We parked at the Tourist Information car park in Tyndrum, headed for Tyndrum (Lower) station, crossed the line, then took a sharp right along the forestry tack running parallel to the railway track. As we wandered through the forest the plaintive wailing of whale song filtered through the trees. 😯
I appreciate your confusion…and no doubt your scepticism. Let’s face it whales aren’t particularly common on our mountains, the absence of salt water normally being considered a limiting factor. It was though, on the whole, a most impressive noise.
Less than a mile distant from our happy wanderers the bin lorry sighed, moved into position, and heaved another few bin loads of stinking refuse into its gaping maw. As the rubbish reached the point of no return before dropping into the lorry’s digestive system the straining hydraulics wailed in protest, the mournful sound echoing around the glen. But the bin lorry liked Tyndrum…it was small!