Drizzle on the Lomond Hills
Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2021 3:15 pm
What I did on my holidays - part 5
A sore knee and family stuff to do kept me away from the hills for a few days and by the time I had the time to myself and felt up to it, it was hammering down with rain in Edinburgh to the point that several businesses in the city were flooded out.
I had to pick up my wife from the airport at 3pm, and had half decided to just wait in the city until then, but the view from Leith over to Fife held some promise so I jumped in the car and set off over the bridge.
I arrived at Craigmead thinking I could probably get over to West Lomond and back and still have plenty of time to get to the airport, but the weather had caught up with me by then and there was persistent rain and plenty of cloud over the hills.
I sat in the car and sulked for a bit before deciding I couldn't leave empty handed. On went the waterproofs and I headed off up the well-worn path to East Lomond, a pleasant 40-minute walk taking me to the top where the rain had eased off, but the cloud was right down. I chatted to another walker (the first person I had seen on the hills since coming south) for ten minutes then walked back the way I had come.
A sore knee and family stuff to do kept me away from the hills for a few days and by the time I had the time to myself and felt up to it, it was hammering down with rain in Edinburgh to the point that several businesses in the city were flooded out.
I had to pick up my wife from the airport at 3pm, and had half decided to just wait in the city until then, but the view from Leith over to Fife held some promise so I jumped in the car and set off over the bridge.
I arrived at Craigmead thinking I could probably get over to West Lomond and back and still have plenty of time to get to the airport, but the weather had caught up with me by then and there was persistent rain and plenty of cloud over the hills.
I sat in the car and sulked for a bit before deciding I couldn't leave empty handed. On went the waterproofs and I headed off up the well-worn path to East Lomond, a pleasant 40-minute walk taking me to the top where the rain had eased off, but the cloud was right down. I chatted to another walker (the first person I had seen on the hills since coming south) for ten minutes then walked back the way I had come.