Wow, today was a tough one as I stepped onto that hill, with trees and loch Earn behind me with a clear and purposeful will. I walked so slow and steady but had two today in my sights, one step in front of the other ascending to the heights.
Ben More, a hill of two faces!, such a different and challenging walk. I wasn’t sure if I would do Stob Binnein I was going to see how I felt at the top and judge the weather conditions at that time. I parked up nice and early as the weather window was meant to hold until 1pm so I wanted to start off at the crack of dawn. So, 7 am and with the last wisps of a sunrise I set off up this hill, Ben More. The track was easy enough to begin with and it led me to the little sign at the start of the steps, steps, steps, and steps! But the steps were easy enough, but I did need to keep stopping to catch my breath. The poles really helped me negotiate the bigger steps, the weather was good, a light mist was hanging over the summit and the views behind me were just awe inspiring, the mist rose from the hill like ghostly spectres, they danced around and just mesmerised, giving me plenty of opportunity to stand and take a rest. The steps just kept on going, the summit didn’t seem to be getting any closer and it was taking its toll. I had to set myself little goals, so I started spotting stones up ahead and then challenging myself to get to that place without stopping. I named the smooth rock, the jaggy rock, the white rock, the Dundee rock ( because it was in the shape of the V and A museum). It worked and it kept me moving slowly upwards. Eventually the steps finished but the rocky path was still very easy to find and kept on zig zagging up the hill. There was a bit of scrabbling, which I actually really enjoyed and then the path disappeared into the mist, and it just kept on going and going! It took me just shy of 3 hours to reach the cairn and it was misty, cold, and windy. Occasionally the mist cleared for a few seconds, which actually really freaked me out, it looked so steep and I felt very exposed. I took a moment to swallow a quick cup of tea and then set off in looking for the path round the loop towards Stob Binnein. The rocks were huge and slippy and I had to climb over and slide down some of them, the mist was so thick and I had got a little cold, so best just to keep moving. Stob Binnein came briefly out of the mist and looked magnificent, but I made a sensible decision because the wind and mist was still unpredictable, and I did not do the ascent of Stob Binnein.
So yesterday I did something I never ever thought I would or could do, I hiked up my first ever Munro, Ben Chonzie. It stands at 931 meters and I felt every one of those metres, going up and coming down! To say I was nervous about this was an understatement, my first concern was the starting point….would I get to the car park and then just be mooching around looking like a complete numpty not knowing where to go. So, after plenty messages from my friend Laurie, and the downloading of the route map from Kamoot I set off. I had my wee picnic, my ginger tea, plenty of water and my woolly hat just in case I needed it at the top…I did!
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Wow, today was a tough one as I stepped onto that hill, with trees and loch Earn behind me with a clear and purposeful will. I walked so slow and steady but had two today in my sights, one step in front of the other ascending to the heights.
Ben More, a hill of two faces!, such a different and challenging walk. I wasn’t sure if I would do Stob Binnein I was going to see how I felt at the top and judge the weather conditions at that time. I parked up nice and early as the weather window was meant to hold until 1pm so I wanted to start off at the crack of dawn. So, 7 am and with the last wisps of a sunrise I set off up this hill, Ben More. The track was easy enough to begin with and it led me to the little sign at the start of the steps, steps, steps, and steps! But the steps were easy enough, but I did need to keep stopping to catch my breath. The poles really helped me negotiate the bigger steps, the weather was good, a light mist was hanging over the summit and the views behind me were just awe inspiring, the mist rose from the hill like ghostly spectres, they danced around and just mesmerised, giving me plenty of opportunity to stand and take a rest. The steps just kept on going, the summit didn’t seem to be getting any closer and it was taking its toll. I had to set myself little goals, so I started spotting stones up ahead and then challenging myself to get to that place without stopping. I named the smooth rock, the jaggy rock, the white rock, the Dundee rock ( because it was in the shape of the V and A museum). It worked and it kept me moving slowly upwards. Eventually the steps finished but the rocky path was still very easy to find and kept on zig zagging up the hill. There was a bit of scrabbling, which I actually really enjoyed and then the path disappeared into the mist, and it just kept on going and going! It took me just shy of 3 hours to reach the cairn and it was misty, cold, and windy. Occasionally the mist cleared for a few seconds, which actually really freaked me out, it looked so steep and I felt very exposed. I took a moment to swallow a quick cup of tea and then set off in looking for the path round the loop towards Stob Binnein. The rocks were huge and slippy and I had to climb over and slide down some of them, the mist was so thick and I had got a little cold, so best just to keep moving. Stob Binnein came briefly out of the mist and looked magnificent, but I made a sensible decision because the wind and mist was still unpredictable, and I did not do the ascent of Stob Binnein.
So yesterday I did something I never ever thought I would or could do, I hiked up my first ever Munro, Ben Chonzie. It stands at 931 meters and I felt every one of those metres, going up and coming down! To say I was nervous about this was an understatement, my first concern was the starting point….would I get to the car park and then just be mooching around looking like a complete numpty not knowing where to go. So, after plenty messages from my friend Laurie, and the downloading of the route map from Kamoot I set off. I had my wee picnic, my ginger tea, plenty of water and my woolly hat just in case I needed it at the top…I did!
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
The ginger hill stood calling,
in splendid quiet might,
light was chasing shadows,
in this golden autumnal light.
Watery worms slithered,
as on pane glass ice I stepped,
but the hill it kept on calling,
as slowly up I crept.
A lazy wind went through me,
iced path showed the way,
til I eventually saw the trig point,
the highlight of the day.
Ben Lomond was tremendous,
the day was just the best,
I left me cares behind me,
came back feeling blessed.
The early morning alarm, jogged me gently out of sleep, but with darkness still sitting behind the blinds and the heating not yet on I took a bit of persuading from the bed. But a need to pee gave me the incentive I needed to move, it was about quarter to seven before I left the house, but the sky with the moon and a single star set me on my way smiling. It was 0c and so I knew that this mountain was going to be a chilly one. Arrived at Rowardennan, around 8.15a.m, not been a bad run, although a little slippy in places. A few other cars signalled to me that others were already up the hill, and so I organised my stuff and off I went. I was trialing my new freet hiking boots, the Merrells unfortunately had not had enough room for my toes so I really wanted to get on with these. The track was easy to find as I left the car park, and it started in a similar way to Ben A’an, with some large bouldering steps that introduced me to Ben Lomond very rapidly. It was slippy under foot in places,with significant ice patches clinging to the rocks, waiting for the sun to hopefully warm and melt for the return descent. The sky was clear with a cloud inversion hovering over the loch behind me. It was simply stunning.
The walk took my breath away, figuratively and physically speaking, the ginger covered hill looked stunning against the cloudless blue sky and a slight dusting of snow could just be seen far off in the distance. As I set off a few people passed me on their way up and a couple of groups passed on their descent, obviously made it up the top for the sunrise; and whilst I was a bit jealous of this the thought of walking up the hill in the dark with ice under foot did not fill me with confidence. Maybe it’s a summer walk I could do, although that would be a significant early start!!! The going was good, steps and shale but the ice did make me cautious and so it just plodded my way up slowly. The sun was quite warm until just over half way up when the wind picked up and blew right through me. It was slow going but I just kept setting myself small targets and would walk to them and stop to catch my breath. The feet were doing great in the new boots, but I was struggling with my breathing, it had been a while since I’d been up a hill. Eventually I started to zig zag towards the top, the sky still as blue but the wind increasingly lazy. A group had perched at the back of a hillock on their way down, a reprieve from the cold to eat their lunch, that would be one to remember. They offered a welcome offering that I only had another five minutes to go. The snow and ice, stuck to the grasses at the side of the track and I saw the trig point come into view, the views were absolutely to die for, the wind was cold. The ground was hard and icy and with great care I touched the trig point on the top of Ben Lomond, yeah I had done it. It was quiet today at the top, a Friday in November, not everyone’s cup of tea! A few quick photos and then I needed to head back to get warmer and get some lunch. The same place five minutes back down the path was now vacated and so I perched for my lunch, I was joined by a very friendly, beautiful coal black raven, clearly used to passers by stopping here to eat. So I shared my lunch with him and off I headed back down. Luckily the warming sun had melted some of the trickier ice patches that I had been worrying me in the way up. My fee still in good shape, but due to the way they change the foot strike my calves started complying, my poles came into their own helping me down the larger steps. It took me three and a half hours up and two and a half hours on the return.
This was a beautiful day out, the scenery was stunning all day, it was hard but so enjoyable, I’m slow but I need to get over that, I need to reconcile with myself that I’m not out here trying to be fast, it’s enough that I’m out on the hill, soaking up the wonders that nature has to offer.
Wow, today was a tough one as I stepped onto that hill, with trees and loch Earn behind me with a clear and purposeful will. I walked so slow and steady but had two today in my sights, one step in front of the other ascending to the heights.
Ben More, a hill of two faces!, such a different and challenging walk. I wasn’t sure if I would do Stob Binnein I was going to see how I felt at the top and judge the weather conditions at that time. I parked up nice and early as the weather window was meant to hold until 1pm so I wanted to start off at the crack of dawn. So, 7 am and with the last wisps of a sunrise I set off up this hill, Ben More. The track was easy enough to begin with and it led me to the little sign at the start of the steps, steps, steps, and steps! But the steps were easy enough, but I did need to keep stopping to catch my breath. The poles really helped me negotiate the bigger steps, the weather was good, a light mist was hanging over the summit and the views behind me were just awe inspiring, the mist rose from the hill like ghostly spectres, they danced around and just mesmerised, giving me plenty of opportunity to stand and take a rest. The steps just kept on going, the summit didn’t seem to be getting any closer and it was taking its toll. I had to set myself little goals, so I started spotting stones up ahead and then challenging myself to get to that place without stopping. I named the smooth rock, the jaggy rock, the white rock, the Dundee rock ( because it was in the shape of the V and A museum). It worked and it kept me moving slowly upwards. Eventually the steps finished but the rocky path was still very easy to find and kept on zig zagging up the hill. There was a bit of scrabbling, which I actually really enjoyed and then the path disappeared into the mist, and it just kept on going and going! It took me just shy of 3 hours to reach the cairn and it was misty, cold, and windy. Occasionally the mist cleared for a few seconds, which actually really freaked me out, it looked so steep and I felt very exposed. I took a moment to swallow a quick cup of tea and then set off in looking for the path round the loop towards Stob Binnein. The rocks were huge and slippy and I had to climb over and slide down some of them, the mist was so thick and I had got a little cold, so best just to keep moving. Stob Binnein came briefly out of the mist and looked magnificent, but I made a sensible decision because the wind and mist was still unpredictable, and I did not do the ascent of Stob Binnein.
So yesterday I did something I never ever thought I would or could do, I hiked up my first ever Munro, Ben Chonzie. It stands at 931 meters and I felt every one of those metres, going up and coming down! To say I was nervous about this was an understatement, my first concern was the starting point….would I get to the car park and then just be mooching around looking like a complete numpty not knowing where to go. So, after plenty messages from my friend Laurie, and the downloading of the route map from Kamoot I set off. I had my wee picnic, my ginger tea, plenty of water and my woolly hat just in case I needed it at the top…I did!
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Wow, today was a tough one as I stepped onto that hill, with trees and loch Earn behind me with a clear and purposeful will. I walked so slow and steady but had two today in my sights, one step in front of the other ascending to the heights.
Ben More, a hill of two faces!, such a different and challenging walk. I wasn’t sure if I would do Stob Binnein I was going to see how I felt at the top and judge the weather conditions at that time. I parked up nice and early as the weather window was meant to hold until 1pm so I wanted to start off at the crack of dawn. So, 7 am and with the last wisps of a sunrise I set off up this hill, Ben More. The track was easy enough to begin with and it led me to the little sign at the start of the steps, steps, steps, and steps! But the steps were easy enough, but I did need to keep stopping to catch my breath. The poles really helped me negotiate the bigger steps, the weather was good, a light mist was hanging over the summit and the views behind me were just awe inspiring, the mist rose from the hill like ghostly spectres, they danced around and just mesmerised, giving me plenty of opportunity to stand and take a rest. The steps just kept on going, the summit didn’t seem to be getting any closer and it was taking its toll. I had to set myself little goals, so I started spotting stones up ahead and then challenging myself to get to that place without stopping. I named the smooth rock, the jaggy rock, the white rock, the Dundee rock ( because it was in the shape of the V and A museum). It worked and it kept me moving slowly upwards. Eventually the steps finished but the rocky path was still very easy to find and kept on zig zagging up the hill. There was a bit of scrabbling, which I actually really enjoyed and then the path disappeared into the mist, and it just kept on going and going! It took me just shy of 3 hours to reach the cairn and it was misty, cold, and windy. Occasionally the mist cleared for a few seconds, which actually really freaked me out, it looked so steep and I felt very exposed. I took a moment to swallow a quick cup of tea and then set off in looking for the path round the loop towards Stob Binnein. The rocks were huge and slippy and I had to climb over and slide down some of them, the mist was so thick and I had got a little cold, so best just to keep moving. Stob Binnein came briefly out of the mist and looked magnificent, but I made a sensible decision because the wind and mist was still unpredictable, and I did not do the ascent of Stob Binnein.
So yesterday I did something I never ever thought I would or could do, I hiked up my first ever Munro, Ben Chonzie. It stands at 931 meters and I felt every one of those metres, going up and coming down! To say I was nervous about this was an understatement, my first concern was the starting point….would I get to the car park and then just be mooching around looking like a complete numpty not knowing where to go. So, after plenty messages from my friend Laurie, and the downloading of the route map from Kamoot I set off. I had my wee picnic, my ginger tea, plenty of water and my woolly hat just in case I needed it at the top…I did!
Wow, today was a tough one as I stepped onto that hill, with trees and loch Earn behind me with a clear and purposeful will. I walked so slow and steady but had two today in my sights, one step in front of the other ascending to the heights.
Ben More, a hill of two faces!, such a different and challenging walk. I wasn’t sure if I would do Stob Binnein I was going to see how I felt at the top and judge the weather conditions at that time. I parked up nice and early as the weather window was meant to hold until 1pm so I wanted to start off at the crack of dawn. So, 7 am and with the last wisps of a sunrise I set off up this hill, Ben More. The track was easy enough to begin with and it led me to the little sign at the start of the steps, steps, steps, and steps! But the steps were easy enough, but I did need to keep stopping to catch my breath. The poles really helped me negotiate the bigger steps, the weather was good, a light mist was hanging over the summit and the views behind me were just awe inspiring, the mist rose from the hill like ghostly spectres, they danced around and just mesmerised, giving me plenty of opportunity to stand and take a rest. The steps just kept on going, the summit didn’t seem to be getting any closer and it was taking its toll. I had to set myself little goals, so I started spotting stones up ahead and then challenging myself to get to that place without stopping. I named the smooth rock, the jaggy rock, the white rock, the Dundee rock ( because it was in the shape of the V and A museum). It worked and it kept me moving slowly upwards. Eventually the steps finished but the rocky path was still very easy to find and kept on zig zagging up the hill. There was a bit of scrabbling, which I actually really enjoyed and then the path disappeared into the mist, and it just kept on going and going! It took me just shy of 3 hours to reach the cairn and it was misty, cold, and windy. Occasionally the mist cleared for a few seconds, which actually really freaked me out, it looked so steep and I felt very exposed. I took a moment to swallow a quick cup of tea and then set off in looking for the path round the loop towards Stob Binnein. The rocks were huge and slippy and I had to climb over and slide down some of them, the mist was so thick and I had got a little cold, so best just to keep moving. Stob Binnein came briefly out of the mist and looked magnificent, but I made a sensible decision because the wind and mist was still unpredictable, and I did not do the ascent of Stob Binnein.
So yesterday I did something I never ever thought I would or could do, I hiked up my first ever Munro, Ben Chonzie. It stands at 931 meters and I felt every one of those metres, going up and coming down! To say I was nervous about this was an understatement, my first concern was the starting point….would I get to the car park and then just be mooching around looking like a complete numpty not knowing where to go. So, after plenty messages from my friend Laurie, and the downloading of the route map from Kamoot I set off. I had my wee picnic, my ginger tea, plenty of water and my woolly hat just in case I needed it at the top…I did!
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Wow, today was a tough one as I stepped onto that hill, with trees and loch Earn behind me with a clear and purposeful will. I walked so slow and steady but had two today in my sights, one step in front of the other ascending to the heights.
Ben More, a hill of two faces!, such a different and challenging walk. I wasn’t sure if I would do Stob Binnein I was going to see how I felt at the top and judge the weather conditions at that time. I parked up nice and early as the weather window was meant to hold until 1pm so I wanted to start off at the crack of dawn. So, 7 am and with the last wisps of a sunrise I set off up this hill, Ben More. The track was easy enough to begin with and it led me to the little sign at the start of the steps, steps, steps, and steps! But the steps were easy enough, but I did need to keep stopping to catch my breath. The poles really helped me negotiate the bigger steps, the weather was good, a light mist was hanging over the summit and the views behind me were just awe inspiring, the mist rose from the hill like ghostly spectres, they danced around and just mesmerised, giving me plenty of opportunity to stand and take a rest. The steps just kept on going, the summit didn’t seem to be getting any closer and it was taking its toll. I had to set myself little goals, so I started spotting stones up ahead and then challenging myself to get to that place without stopping. I named the smooth rock, the jaggy rock, the white rock, the Dundee rock ( because it was in the shape of the V and A museum). It worked and it kept me moving slowly upwards. Eventually the steps finished but the rocky path was still very easy to find and kept on zig zagging up the hill. There was a bit of scrabbling, which I actually really enjoyed and then the path disappeared into the mist, and it just kept on going and going! It took me just shy of 3 hours to reach the cairn and it was misty, cold, and windy. Occasionally the mist cleared for a few seconds, which actually really freaked me out, it looked so steep and I felt very exposed. I took a moment to swallow a quick cup of tea and then set off in looking for the path round the loop towards Stob Binnein. The rocks were huge and slippy and I had to climb over and slide down some of them, the mist was so thick and I had got a little cold, so best just to keep moving. Stob Binnein came briefly out of the mist and looked magnificent, but I made a sensible decision because the wind and mist was still unpredictable, and I did not do the ascent of Stob Binnein.
So yesterday I did something I never ever thought I would or could do, I hiked up my first ever Munro, Ben Chonzie. It stands at 931 meters and I felt every one of those metres, going up and coming down! To say I was nervous about this was an understatement, my first concern was the starting point….would I get to the car park and then just be mooching around looking like a complete numpty not knowing where to go. So, after plenty messages from my friend Laurie, and the downloading of the route map from Kamoot I set off. I had my wee picnic, my ginger tea, plenty of water and my woolly hat just in case I needed it at the top…I did!
Wow, today was a tough one as I stepped onto that hill, with trees and loch Earn behind me with a clear and purposeful will. I walked so slow and steady but had two today in my sights, one step in front of the other ascending to the heights.
Ben More, a hill of two faces!, such a different and challenging walk. I wasn’t sure if I would do Stob Binnein I was going to see how I felt at the top and judge the weather conditions at that time. I parked up nice and early as the weather window was meant to hold until 1pm so I wanted to start off at the crack of dawn. So, 7 am and with the last wisps of a sunrise I set off up this hill, Ben More. The track was easy enough to begin with and it led me to the little sign at the start of the steps, steps, steps, and steps! But the steps were easy enough, but I did need to keep stopping to catch my breath. The poles really helped me negotiate the bigger steps, the weather was good, a light mist was hanging over the summit and the views behind me were just awe inspiring, the mist rose from the hill like ghostly spectres, they danced around and just mesmerised, giving me plenty of opportunity to stand and take a rest. The steps just kept on going, the summit didn’t seem to be getting any closer and it was taking its toll. I had to set myself little goals, so I started spotting stones up ahead and then challenging myself to get to that place without stopping. I named the smooth rock, the jaggy rock, the white rock, the Dundee rock ( because it was in the shape of the V and A museum). It worked and it kept me moving slowly upwards. Eventually the steps finished but the rocky path was still very easy to find and kept on zig zagging up the hill. There was a bit of scrabbling, which I actually really enjoyed and then the path disappeared into the mist, and it just kept on going and going! It took me just shy of 3 hours to reach the cairn and it was misty, cold, and windy. Occasionally the mist cleared for a few seconds, which actually really freaked me out, it looked so steep and I felt very exposed. I took a moment to swallow a quick cup of tea and then set off in looking for the path round the loop towards Stob Binnein. The rocks were huge and slippy and I had to climb over and slide down some of them, the mist was so thick and I had got a little cold, so best just to keep moving. Stob Binnein came briefly out of the mist and looked magnificent, but I made a sensible decision because the wind and mist was still unpredictable, and I did not do the ascent of Stob Binnein.
So yesterday I did something I never ever thought I would or could do, I hiked up my first ever Munro, Ben Chonzie. It stands at 931 meters and I felt every one of those metres, going up and coming down! To say I was nervous about this was an understatement, my first concern was the starting point….would I get to the car park and then just be mooching around looking like a complete numpty not knowing where to go. So, after plenty messages from my friend Laurie, and the downloading of the route map from Kamoot I set off. I had my wee picnic, my ginger tea, plenty of water and my woolly hat just in case I needed it at the top…I did!
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Taken in Canada at Lake Louise, when I was visiting my daughter. It was October, and I expected the temperature to be around 2c, it was actually around 6c, much milder than anticipated. I swam for around 5-10 minutes. I felt a bit self conscious though, with masses of other tourists milling around, looking on like I was crazy.
it’s been a wee bit chilly of late, reminding us of the joys to come!
Wow, today was a tough one as I stepped onto that hill, with trees and loch Earn behind me with a clear and purposeful will. I walked so slow and steady but had two today in my sights, one step in front of the other ascending to the heights.
Ben More, a hill of two faces!, such a different and challenging walk. I wasn’t sure if I would do Stob Binnein I was going to see how I felt at the top and judge the weather conditions at that time. I parked up nice and early as the weather window was meant to hold until 1pm so I wanted to start off at the crack of dawn. So, 7 am and with the last wisps of a sunrise I set off up this hill, Ben More. The track was easy enough to begin with and it led me to the little sign at the start of the steps, steps, steps, and steps! But the steps were easy enough, but I did need to keep stopping to catch my breath. The poles really helped me negotiate the bigger steps, the weather was good, a light mist was hanging over the summit and the views behind me were just awe inspiring, the mist rose from the hill like ghostly spectres, they danced around and just mesmerised, giving me plenty of opportunity to stand and take a rest. The steps just kept on going, the summit didn’t seem to be getting any closer and it was taking its toll. I had to set myself little goals, so I started spotting stones up ahead and then challenging myself to get to that place without stopping. I named the smooth rock, the jaggy rock, the white rock, the Dundee rock ( because it was in the shape of the V and A museum). It worked and it kept me moving slowly upwards. Eventually the steps finished but the rocky path was still very easy to find and kept on zig zagging up the hill. There was a bit of scrabbling, which I actually really enjoyed and then the path disappeared into the mist, and it just kept on going and going! It took me just shy of 3 hours to reach the cairn and it was misty, cold, and windy. Occasionally the mist cleared for a few seconds, which actually really freaked me out, it looked so steep and I felt very exposed. I took a moment to swallow a quick cup of tea and then set off in looking for the path round the loop towards Stob Binnein. The rocks were huge and slippy and I had to climb over and slide down some of them, the mist was so thick and I had got a little cold, so best just to keep moving. Stob Binnein came briefly out of the mist and looked magnificent, but I made a sensible decision because the wind and mist was still unpredictable, and I did not do the ascent of Stob Binnein.
So yesterday I did something I never ever thought I would or could do, I hiked up my first ever Munro, Ben Chonzie. It stands at 931 meters and I felt every one of those metres, going up and coming down! To say I was nervous about this was an understatement, my first concern was the starting point….would I get to the car park and then just be mooching around looking like a complete numpty not knowing where to go. So, after plenty messages from my friend Laurie, and the downloading of the route map from Kamoot I set off. I had my wee picnic, my ginger tea, plenty of water and my woolly hat just in case I needed it at the top…I did!
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Cocksburn Reservoir
It was only two nights away, but as always the Highlands leave their mark. I was staying with a friend in Ullapool, I opted for the train ride up, mainly because I have terrible sciatica and its easier than driving, but the bonus of the scenery as you roll from the gentle Perthshire hills to the commanding Highlands is just awe inspiring. The heather at this time of year is popping and just sings to me. I had planned to swim Loch Broom and Loch Assynt, but thanks to my wonderful kind friend Anne who ferried me about I was also able to swim Loch Maree. It was a two-day break but it felt so much more, with lots of gut-wrenching laughter and fabulous swims.
Loch Chon is a beautiful, quite off the beaten track Loch, that I stumbled across whilst on a motorbike ride out with my husband. It’s on a single-track road on the way to the little hamlet of Stronachlachar, we were heading to the pier café for breakfast. We turned west out of Aberfoyle and travelled steadily on this undulating and winding single track road, care needs to be taken as it can be a busy road. Loch Chon carpark is situated on the left just before the little campsite; this campsite is however for tents only, much to my disappointment as I had hoped me and my little van Daisy could park up here. The carpark gets busy as the day goes on but I have never been unable to park here on my visits. There is a short walk to the Loch but the entry to the water is lovely, it is a light sandy and shingle walk in, pretty easy on the feet although I always wear my wet shoes as you never actually know what you are treading on. The trees and hills surround and the bay that you swim in feels magical and serene. The light bounces around the valley and it feels a very special swim. You can swim further into the main Loch, but as I have been here when the temperatures are low, I haven’t been able to get that far, it’s on my summer to do list as I’d like to peep around the corner and take in the splendour the whole of the loch has to offer.
Taken in Canada at Lake Louise, when I was visiting my daughter. It was October, and I expected the temperature to be around 2c, it was actually around 6c, much milder than anticipated. I swam for around 5-10 minutes. I felt a bit self conscious though, with masses of other tourists milling around, looking on like I was crazy.
it’s been a wee bit chilly of late, reminding us of the joys to come!
Taken in Canada at Lake Louise, when I was visiting my daughter. It was October, and I expected the temperature to be around 2c, it was actually around 6c, much milder than anticipated. I swam for around 5-10 minutes. I felt a bit self conscious though, with masses of other tourists milling around, looking on like I was crazy.
it’s been a wee bit chilly of late, reminding us of the joys to come!
Swimming MantraIt’s alright once your in there,Is the mantra of the day.It’s what we all shout loudly,When we go outside to play.We stand beside the water,In our swimsuits turning blue.Shouting encouraging words,Like “no I’ll go after you.”Without fail every single time,Those simple words come out“It’s alright once your in there”Each one of us will shout.Then we hoot and giggle,As we ease the bodies in.It’s something of a spectacle,Lord knows why we begin.But actually we are correct,It’s alright when we’re in.And once we get back out,All we can do is grin!J.Hird (c)
This morning I went along to the usual swimming haunt at Loch Earn, the group,I swim with usually go to the south side and swim from the broken pier. The air temperature was a tad cold but actually this made entering the water easier. It turns out there was no discernible difference between air and water temps, both around 14c. The minute everyone gets submerged the smiles start, it’s without fail one of the best things for my mental health and I’m not alone in thinking that. The water looked inky black this morning under the dark clouds, but the sun was trying to peep through. As always we felt rejuvenated, albeit a bit chilly in the July breeze. I had errands to run today otherwise I would have stayed longer. A cuppa and a great bacon roll (or alternatives) can be had from the little village cafe/shop (St Fillans village store) on the other side. They use the best rolls.
Well I’m here, but not quite sure what I’m doing, a woman of a certain age, who wants to share some of my adventures. I swim in Scottish lochs all year round, I write poetry, I do breath-work for my well-being. I’m a daughter, sister, mum, wife, granny and friend…..but it’s taken me a long time to find out who I am. I’ve begun that adventure, it’s a bit of a rollercoaster and boggy at times, but I’m taking it one poem at a time and finding my way.
