3 weeks to go until the Loch Katrine marathon, the location of one of my favourite running pictures ever!
I’m not sure you’re meant to look this happy until it’s over but I just love it there.
It’s a beast of a race with no flat bits - one of the hills helpfully has a graveyard at the bottom of it 😂 - and thanks to a ropey winter of asthma, I’ll be lucky to get anywhere near my previous times, let alone break the magic 5 hours even if I don’t stop to stroke any dogs on the course 😆🙄
But I have really really pretty new shoes and those will totally help, right? 📸 thanks to the fabulous Fiona Rennie
In the classic, a hero searches a foreign land to find and bring the great object back to his home. It is a desirable thing of great wealth, protection and power for those who own it. These days it's not hung on the apple tree but discarded and only found if we wander the mythic landscape.
I saw the fleece as I walked at the side of Katrine. I said (to my crew), 'Here, this a remarkable thing. Do you suppose we should take it?' They looked at me as though I was mad and perhaps I was.
If you take it do you gain its power? It's wealth, it's golden glory? The story suggests you do.
But according to the tale there's supposedly a monster nearby, watching.
I considered this until I made my decision. We moved on, our quest unfinished.
In the distance I saw a cliff. It was featureless, flat, boring - you know - 'cliffy'. You might say uninteresting but as I drew closer I saw details: scrunty gorse, shawdowed cracks, a telephone cable strung christmas-tree-fashion along the face. There are goats here and they walk along the edge with absolute sure-footed crazy grace.
I wonder about them and us, clinging to our cliffs eking out a meagre living on scarce resources.
There was a time when I thought of myself as sure and able, looking forward to a glorious golden future set free to explore... well, anything.
But now that I look I see a telephone cable strung along the edge of a cliff and the goats are gone.
It's time for lunch.
The baby laughs.
Summer ascent of the Northeast Ridge of Ben Lomond. From Ronald Turnbull's article exploring various hill and valley outings in the Loch Lomond and the Trossachs National Park.
Read more at Cicerone Extra.
Moss ~ What is it about moss? I just love it! I was really spoilt while we were on holiday in the Trossachs recently as it covered pretty much everything. It must be an instinctive/intuitive thing to do with the need for water for survival because when I see moss I just get excited and I have no other explanation for that! .
In other news... be prepared to be spammed with photos of our amazing trip to Loch Voil ~