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This has been getting to me for years. I was reading someones journal the other day and its actually made me mad that i’ve not managed to sort this out.
In my youthful pre-teen days I used to go rambling/hillwalking every two weeks. I lost count of the number of miles I’ve walked over the years and just where its taken me. I want to do that again. I love the Scottish country side and would kill to be able to get back out there amongst it.
Everytime I went camping with Barry and co we’ve spent the Friday night a the Kingshouse Hotel with the intention on climbing Buachaille Etive Mor in the morning with the guys that werent up for it going to Fort William for firewood and supplies. Every year…and I mean EVERY year its ended up with everyone bar myself having the worst hangover on the planet thanks to our ability to teach the lovely australian barmaids how to make white russians and various other cocktails. I am determined to do it even if it means carrying Barry up the damn thing. Except I want be strapping him into a harness and going up the hard way like he did the first time he went up. Two sober bikers dragged him up the rock face one morning whilst he was still drunk I think!
Anyway…theres talk of going camping very soon ie next month, and the most likely place for this trip would be Gln Nevis campsite…if its open. Now there would be a few folk interested in this already but it would be great if a good crowd went up. It would also give me a chance of dragging a few folk up Ben Nevis. Only takes about 5-6 hours ther and back in good weather and theres a tourist trail taking you from the front gate right up to the top. Ive seen folk climb it in sandles and wellies before. Anyone interested in dong that if the weathers not to bad when we do go?
In fact is anyone other than maybe Willie and Ang interested in in doing some hills over the summer?
“Many hillwalkers in Scotland will have been introduced to the hills by the TV programmes of Tom Weir over twenty years ago. Seemingly they are being shown again overnight and are apparently attracting a cult following. I must set the video sometime.
I was interested to see that a Weir’s Way has been created in the Campsies, the hills where the young Tom escaped from the hoorors of industrial Glasgow. It was opened earlier this year by Tom Weir, now nearly ninety. I missed the news reports at the time but a quick Google search led me to the story on the STV website. If you take a look at it, click through to the short video clips - it’s worth it to see the grand old man dancing a jig!”
