No hill walk.
Today was not the best of days.
All I could hear most of last night was the gurgling of the road gullies outside the house as hour upon hour of rain battered down accompanied by the wailing and howling of the wind. Not a good omen for a walk the next day.
The reason I could hear the rain battering down most of last night – was that I was awake for most of last night.
The reason I was awake for most of last night was tooth ache, which the dentist assures me (without having seen the feckin’ thing) is sinus pain carried over from my bout of flu. As soon as I mentioned flu that was it…
“Simply must be sinus dear boy…just take lots and lots of paracetamol.”
“No problem, how many milligrams, how often and for how long?”
I should have mentioned that this conversation was actually being carried out through a receptionist intermediary…and I’m still waiting for the reply.
I moved onto Sinutab.
Thankfully most of the time there is very little by way of pain. Main problems are impact, eating…and sleeping!
So…after I got to sleep about 7am, waking up at 9am, I really didn’t feel like heading off to Tinto as planned. The Fatdog and I went for a wander down the wee back roads on the carse land to the north of our housing estate.
Here’s one for Florene:
Somewhere on that hillside is Torwood Castle. I can usually see it when it’s sunny and there’s a bit of contrast but today it’s dull and grey, so things are a bit fuzzy. Zoom in…there it is!
A bit grainy but definitely Torwood Castle. The old broch sits on top of the rise but can’t be seen from here.
The view just to the left of where I’m standing isn’t quite so pleasant…
We ended further down Hamilton Road towards Bogend.
This is typical of the low-lying carseland along the Forth valley. Once this would have been part of a wide estuary with the water level much higher than now. Below the road lie the carse clays and silts, the leftovers from that geological period…and a real sod to build on.
You will have noticed it’s very low lying and therefore, quite logically, liable to flooding. Maybe I should have thought of that, given I was listening to all that rain coming down for most of last night!
We were in luck, only one part of the road was actually flooded all the way across.
It was about now that The Fatdog threw a wobbly.
Having successfully passed the flooded section at the railway bridge she ground to a halt and dug in. She then tried to head back the way we had just come. I’m afraid I had to put the foot down and tug her along…twice. I wish I knew what was causes her anxiety, but it keeps happening – sadly more and more often.
The Fatdog agreed to carry on but by now the tail was down and never really recovered for the rest of the walk back along the busy A9 to the house. At least she doesn’t seem to mind the traffic noise. I’ll give her a couple of chances hillwalking as she’s always been happy doing that but it may be her hill walking days are numbered if she’s not enjoying it any more. Only time will tell. 😦