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Largo Law is a hill I've looked longingly at now for over 6 years. Every morning (weather permitting), I see it as I draw the curtains and gaze out over the Firth of Forth, strong coffee in hand. Just to the left of Inchkeith, there's a slight blip on the far horizon that is the extinct volcano that is Largo Law.
- Largo Law, from my armchair
I had forgone the delights of a trip with kilted biggles due to ill health, but with the forecast actually delivering the promised glorious day, it wasn't long before I was badgering the family into agreeing to a wee walk in the fresh air of Fife.
- Largo Law closer at hand
So, slighty later than billed, we left Edinburgh (I'd suggested a sharp lunch and leaving 1215 - try leaving over an hour later!) and then got embroiled in the 40 mph speed limits around the Forth bridge, supposedly for preparation work for the new Forth Bridge. Either way, it was wearing on for half past 2 by the time we set off from the car park nestled between the church and the primary school. Still, lovely day, sunshine and warm.
We plodded up to the farm at which point the fun started.... Mud, mud glorious mud! We'd already billed this as a volcano to Tom to fire his imagination, but once we got stuck into the slithery slimey mud, there was no stopping him.
Well, until we hit the steep bit...!
- Sally and Tom slither up Largo Law's south face
So slippy was it, I had Alex on my back and for bits of it, lugged Tom up, slung around my neck at the front. Oh well, needs must, if we were to get round by night fall. Eventually, we hit the south top, took in the fantastic panorama and then dashed down and up to the summit proper.
- Sally and Tom hot the south top.
Tom is a nightmare to get climbing, but once he's in sight of the top and heading downwards, loves being out on hills. So, he shot off for the cairn, lumped a stone on and then set off for the cairn.
- Tom adds to the cairn
And then we took a slightly wider return back; instead of following the path back - a route that would almost certainly have ended up in some or all of us breaking limbs - we followed the electric fence down further east from our line of ascent. Expect I forgot to explain about electric fences to Tom! Sorry, sunshine...!
- Sally with the Firth of Forth / sunset behind her
We got back to the car as the sun was setting; I gave Alex his (very) late half past two bottle whilst perched on the cemetery wall and watched a glorious November sunset.
- Alex gets a very late afternoon bottle, perched on my knee on top of the cemetery wall. Nice sky...
Sally did her best to remove the mud from boots and clothes, before we set off. We figured that Anstruther for fish and chips would round the day off nicely, but Tom conked out almost immediately, so we headed for the not so illustrious but pretty good nonetheless Jubilee Supper Rooms on West Granton Road - not a bad 2nd prize.
After a week of illness in the house, this tiny excursion put a real zip back into evereyone's step. Let's hear it for Marilyns.
