3 Trips Thursday
The wintry west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snaw: While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down, And roars frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day.
Not mine, am no that good. It's one from Ayrshire's finest poet, Robert Burns called Winter: A Dirge. It really sums up January for me. However some folks have been lucky enough and managed to get some cracking trips in between the rubbish weather.
- What can be better than a day out and night in bothy with a roaring fire. You just need to humph 5kg of coal with you for that one. Still worth it though, in my opinion. Bothy Trip.
My friend Davy continues to bag some new summits when he gets the chance. This time he's on the Ben Lawers ridge. Meall Greigh, Meall Garbh & An Stuc then Ben Lawers.
A walk up an old hill for the New Year and one with such great views for a sub 2k Marilyn, standing at 393 metres or 1290 feet in old money. Torlum: A New Year, an Old Hill.
Thanks for reading.