92: back in kinross
I found myself back in Kinross for the second time in four months: cheap fares are evidently a major factor in determining which hills to bag. I added a little ascent to the walk across the flat area just south of the T in the Park venue by visiting the trig at Cockairney. A series of lanes with imaginary and real dogs to avoid took me to the forested north slope of the Cleish Hills.
A track went some way up into the trees, and then a serendipitous series of ever more tenuous firebreaks took me out of the forest directly north of what the tump list calls Georgeton Hills (plural, but it only refers to one: does not compute). When that was bagged the heavy dew had already permeated my hopeless boots. It was misty enough that I was denied a view. Half a mile away, the summit of Park Hill was only notable for the roar of invisible motorbikes at Knockhill which I think is Scotland's premier motor circuit (which probably isn't saying much). The day's high point, Dumglow (which also isn't saying much at just 379m), was also nearby, but involved a few minutes of steeper ascent. Again there was no view. A more regular break took me straight through to the short but steep rise to The Inneans (or the highest of them). Then fields with horses (distance kept) until I was back on the asphalt.
Three road miles followed by ditch jumping, field skirting and fence climbing took me to the steep northwestern slope of Mulla Craig, topped with a little crag. Took a bit of a risk and headed for the notch in the photo below. Turned out to be an easy scramble.
The walk along the ridge over Mulla Craig to the day's second marilyn Benarty Hill (356m) with views across Loch Leven should have been the highlight of the walk, but I needed to take a shit and there was nowhere to hide (not that I'd seen another walker on the hill) and no suitable arse wiping material (poor planning). Thus I opted for the direct descent into the nature reserve/woods below where I found the right leaves. Soon after that it was main road all the way back into Kinross with sore wet feet picking up the pain baton from my earlier intestinal disarray.
forget portillo's first class carriages, even 95p megabus rides can have celebrated views
A track went some way up into the trees, and then a serendipitous series of ever more tenuous firebreaks took me out of the forest directly north of what the tump list calls Georgeton Hills (plural, but it only refers to one: does not compute). When that was bagged the heavy dew had already permeated my hopeless boots. It was misty enough that I was denied a view. Half a mile away, the summit of Park Hill was only notable for the roar of invisible motorbikes at Knockhill which I think is Scotland's premier motor circuit (which probably isn't saying much). The day's high point, Dumglow (which also isn't saying much at just 379m), was also nearby, but involved a few minutes of steeper ascent. Again there was no view. A more regular break took me straight through to the short but steep rise to The Inneans (or the highest of them). Then fields with horses (distance kept) until I was back on the asphalt.
Three road miles followed by ditch jumping, field skirting and fence climbing took me to the steep northwestern slope of Mulla Craig, topped with a little crag. Took a bit of a risk and headed for the notch in the photo below. Turned out to be an easy scramble.
The walk along the ridge over Mulla Craig to the day's second marilyn Benarty Hill (356m) with views across Loch Leven should have been the highlight of the walk, but I needed to take a shit and there was nowhere to hide (not that I'd seen another walker on the hill) and no suitable arse wiping material (poor planning). Thus I opted for the direct descent into the nature reserve/woods below where I found the right leaves. Soon after that it was main road all the way back into Kinross with sore wet feet picking up the pain baton from my earlier intestinal disarray.
forget portillo's first class carriages, even 95p megabus rides can have celebrated views